Wednesday, September 12, 2012


Dear Readers,

I am sorry for my long and sudden absence. Life did not go as planned this summer (does it ever really?). I took a 2 week break while on vacation visiting my parents. It was a glorious and wonderful trip! We returned home and the next week my grandmother went in the hospital a very short 6 weeks later I was packing my bags to attend her funeral.

My grandparents live out on a farm in a town called Redfield. Every time anyone went to visit Grandma fed them. You would walk in the house and food would come flying out. My uncle likened it to the feeding of the 5 thousand. She was most famous for her casseroles. Each one of us kids thought she made those casseroles just for them! She had a way of making everyone feel special.

My grandmother loved her family more than life. Family was not limited to blood relations though. One of my cousins said, "Surely we are not the only family that has conversations that begin with 'What do you mean we aren't actually related?'" I am pretty sure the entire town of Redfield felt like family and the entire town of Redfield showed up to her funeral.

She had a wicked sense of humor and if you weren't on your guard she would get you! I think everyone's favorite story was from when she and Grandpa were dating. Grandpa had made her mad. One night while studying he got a call from a radio station saying that if he could name Roy Roger's horse he would win a prize. He correctly answered the question and the radio station said, "Congratulations! You just won a pound of horse manure!" Sure enough a few days later in the mail he received a tin that looked like his mother's cookies. Grandma convinced him to open it in the student union and it was horse manure. Grandma swore she had nothing to do with it. The fact that her dorm was fertilized with horse manure the week before was pure coincidence!

I am going to miss visiting with Grandma. I am going to miss her massive amount of food she always had on hand (3 freezers, 2 refrigerators, and a huge pantry... no joke!) I am going to miss seeing her in her chair with her cup of coffee watching the humming birds. To be honest, I don't know that I want to go to Redfield again and not have her there.

 My wonderful and amazingly talented cousin, Christin Byrd, put this together. It is a picture of Grandma's 4 children, 17 grand-children, 15 great-grand-children, all the in-laws, and some adopted family members who might as well be blood related.

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