One month from yesterday I will be another year older. I've become a tad nostalgic lately and got to thinking about some of my favorite memories. One of my favorite memories of all time are my BIRTHDAYS! I was born on my grandma's birthday. She had over 40 grandchildren, but I always knew I was her special one because our birthdays were on the same day. She always called me her brown eyed darling. Grandma never had any money to spare, but for my birthday she and I would take the bus downtown to the Woolworth store and sit at the counter, sharing a scrumptious banana split. It wasn't until I was much older that I wondered where she ever found the money for those banana splits. I don't remember ever getting a material gift from her. She was her gift to me.
Grandma passed away over 30 years ago. For quite a few years after she died, I would cry on my birthday and refuse to celebrate. I missed her so much on that special day. Then one year I finally realized I needed to celebrate as if she was still with me - and I do! Grandma was a very special lady. She raised 8 children, mostly on her own, since my grandpa was quite a bit older than her and died when some of the children were still young. As you can see from the picture, she was a tiny lady, barely 5 feet tall. Funny how such a little lady could have such power over me. She was the one person I never wanted to dissapoint. As far as I know, I never did.