I received some sad news today. My Grandma (and Cooper’s only Great-Grandparent on my side) passed away this afternoon. She was 85. She was the Grandma that we stayed all night with, and the one who spent hours trying to teach me how to crochet (I never did catch on). She sewed me a pink and purple and flowered quilt with the ugliest fabrics that I picked out myself and never once told me that I’d wish I’d chosen something else someday. I remember "helping" her in the garden and getting in trouble for eating more strawberries and peas then I put in my bucket. I remember having my picture taken at least one million times with my brother and our three cousins in my Grandparent’s studio. They had a photography business while we were growing up. Her five grandkids were by far her worst behaved clients. I remember going down to the deep freeze in the basement to retrieve a little square tub of home grown vegetables for dinner and eating bread and butter with every meal. I remember drinking soda from glass bottles and the smell of developing chemicals when I would hang out with her in the darkroom sitting on the "spinny" stool while she worked. I remember out growing Grandma around ten years old… she was only about five feet tall. I was the youngest grandchild by five years and glad to be her puddin’.
Otey, Cooper, and I will be cutting our Wyoming trip short and heading home to be with my family sometime in the next few days.
Rosemary Smith. January 30, 1922 – July 19, 2007.