Remembering my grandmother today. It would be her 116th birthday. Happy “earth” day, Pearl Doty! I’m remembering you today, and your hyphen, 1900-1988.
Okay, I’m the baby on her right knee, looking at baby Russell, in her left arm. I do remember this picture being taken. I do remember watching that baby. Definitely my earliest memory in life, because this event, the picture with all her grandchildren up to that point, was taking place. The year was 1957.
1958. (Note of interest – I now live next door to this house in the background)
Grandma Doty was essential in my early years. We lived with her on the farm in German, NY, then on Albany Street. Eventually my parents bought a small house outside of the village. Grandma remained on Albany Street, in an apartment, until 1975, when she went into the NYS Veterans Home.
Grandma would have us over on Friday nights for a sleepover. We’d watch her new color TV (Gomer Pyle, USMC) and then go to bed in her big double bed in the little bedroom, with her mother’s portrait standing guard over us (they didn’t smile in those days, so it was a little scary). The next morning Grandma would be in her tiny apartment kitchen, making us breakfast: orange juice, cereal, eggs, toast, and hot cocoa. Way more than we could eat!
Life was good.
I remember taking her via air to my sister’s wedding in 1978, Holland, Michigan. We had a grand time. Gram, as I fondly called her, was escorted via wheelchair, all over the airports, first on, last off.
Sometimes I can feel her spirit quickening inside of me. I enjoy the feeling and bask in it.
Miss you, Gram. Happy birthday! I still love you.