I think she was poor all her life, but she always had enough.
She taught me to quilt.
She cooked biscuits and cornbread on a wood stove,
even after she had a gas stove.
That's her front door in my blog profile photo.
She was a strong woman.
At the end of her life,
she did not know who I was.
I was surprised at how much that hurt,
not being known by your own grandmother.
She liked to ask (nosy) questions when she already knew the answers.
I liked to tease her, saying
if you already know the answer,
why do you ask the question?"
She would just giggle at me.
Her middle name was Elzeral,
but nobody knows for sure how to spell it.
She was a simple woman,
she was a good woman.