Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Goodbye to Granny Smith
Early Sunday morning my great grandmother, Inez Smith (Granny Smith) passed from this world. She was 99 years old. I have vivid memories of going to her house as a child, usually to shell peas or dig potatoes. I can remember walking across her floor and thinking it felt like waves (from years of settling). I always remember her wearing a dress. In fact, I don't ever recall seeing her in pants. Not that she didn't wear them, I just don't recall it. She had one of those big propane tanks outside her house, and I can remember pretending it was a horse and climbing on top of it with my cousins (of which I had 5, all boys). She had a crocheted throw in every room of the house, and I remember thinking why would anybody want a blanket that has holes in it? She has looked the same to me for as far back as I can remember. When she first met Jackson she put a coin in his hand and told me that what you put in babies hands, they will reap later in life. I guess that is the last photograph I have of her is the 5 generations of us together with her, my popaw, my mom, me, and Jackson. She lost 1 son when he was only 2 months old, and also lost her husband when my popaw was around Jackson's age. She never remarried. She raised my popaw and his 3 sisters on her own. She never drove a car. She had her right mind even until her death. That is something I pray for my own self if I live that long. She was the last of my great grandparents. I never knew my great grandfathers, but I was lucky enough to know my mom's other grandmother (Granny Carley) and my dad's grandmother (Mama Kate). We buried Granny Smith today in a little town called Bexar, Alabama. It's sad that the only time I see many of my relatives is at a wedding or a funeral, but I did see many aunts, uncles, and cousins today. 99 years is a long time on this Earth, but I thank God that Granny got to see them all.