I grew up in Minnesota, and every summer we would drive out to Wyoming to visit both of my grandmas. I remember her making us homeade pizza and occasionally letting us have one of her Pepsi's that she kept stashed under the kitchen sink--a real treat! I always felt special because she reserved the upstairs guest bedroom (my dad's old room) for me to sleep in. My brother and my parents slept in the downstairs rooms--and it smelled like a basement down there.
While in Iowa this past February I went through ALL of her boxes of photographs. My grandpa was a photographer so they had a ton! I have been working on a heritage album of both sides of grandparents. It will be a project that will take me several years, but I do have a few pages done. I was able to ask her some questions on this last visit; I love hearing stories about the lives people have lived. I believe everyone has an interesting story to tell. I will post of few of the pages in the coming week.
This was the last picture I took of my Grandma Fendley. This is a Cathedral quilt she is holding that her mother made. It is the one thing I asked my mom if I could inherit. My grandma also showed me a doll that she wanted me to have that her father gave to her when she was 11 years old, just a few months before he died. The doll was very special to her. My grandma passed in her sleep and she is at home with Jesus now.