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Sunday, January 29, 2012


I was blessed to grow up with wonderful women in my life.  My Mother's Mom, Erna, was a strong woman.  I remember how tall was and how she used to have to stick herself with a needle daily for her diabetes shot.  She was always busy with a caring heart.  She had short white straight hair and she was quick to discipline me when I was sassy.  I was sassy a lot.  She lived in the same town that I grew up in, Maricopa, so I saw her often.  She lived right across the street from the school and I would sometimes try to walk home, only to make it to her house.  She would call my Mom and then scold me about not riding the bus.  She died at a young age, in her early 70's, of breast cancer.  I was still young when she passed but I remember the feeling of walking in to her home as she laid on the borrowed hospital bed dying.  I remember saying good-bye. 
My Father's Mom, Elizabeth, was another hard, strong woman.  She bore 11 children and if you saw her you would never guess.  She was tiny.  She was always in the kitchen cooking.  She would sit with us at breakfast to talk and ask us tons of questions about our lives and our horses.  She was genuinely interested in what we had to say.  She would even play games with us.  She had a big heart and loved each and every one of her children and grandchildren.  She lived on a farm that now seems like it is in the middle of Chandler, but back then it was WAY out of town.  Her house was always clean and there seemed to be a never ending amount of toys available for us grandchildren to play with.  She loved to get together with family.  We always had family get together's and she would be right in the center of all the chaos.  She passed in her 80's from pancreatic cancer.  I spent a weekend with her before she died.  She spent her last few weeks listening to old general conference talks with her husband.  They were truly in love as he said he would only live 6 months so that he could join her in the hereafter.  He died 6 months later, some say of a broken heart. 
True love is something that seems to be disappearing.  We grow more selfish.  We think, me, me, me instead of "how can I help better the world?"  It is interesting to see the difference in generations now.  It is so easy to get a divorce and find someone else who fits our needs for the moment.  A true love story that I carry with me through my trials comes from my Grandmother.
She was my Great Grandma, mother to my Mom's Mom.  We called her Grandmother.  She was inspirational.  She lived to be 100.  She married young and had three beautiful daughters.  At the age of 29, her husband, Ben, was taken from her in a mining accident in southern Arizona.  I used to ask her how old she was and she would reply, "29".  I just thought she was being funny but I realize now, she wasn't embarrassed of her age, she simply wanted to be 29 forever because that is how old she was when the love of her life died.  She never remarried.  She had many men who wanted to marry her.  One man even bought her a plot next to his with her last name as his so he could spend his days in the dirt with her.  She raised her three daughters on her own working any odd job she could find.  I knew her when she was a very old woman.  She was petite and still strong willed with a true fire for life.  She lived alone, across the yard from my grandparents.  She called the couch a "sit-t" and used funny words for breakfast, lunch, and "supper".  She lived in the room next to mine after she had fallen when she was in her late 90's.  I remember thinking she would die any time.  She didn't.  She lived with us for years.  She had the greatest stories.  Her hands would shake as she worked on her genealogy, but she could still walk, talk, and yell if we were being too loud. 
I will always remember her smile.  She loved.  She had an enormous heart.  She cared so much for me.  I remember her giving me things before she passed.  Words of wisdom.  She was someone to truly emulate.  I never heard her complain or talk ill of other people.  She is a true inspiration for me.  In times of trials or sadness I think of her example for me.  She was so strong in the church.  She was a blessing in my life.  She died when I was a sophomore in high school.  She was 100.  I remember looking at her when her spirit had left and she looked completely different.  It was just a body left behind.  Her spirit was her.  Her spirit just used her body to live in this world and it left behind a wonderful body that did not fail her in her times of need.  She died with all of her teeth, I just think that is amazing.  She is a true example of selflessness, to me.  She was meant to live long enough to teach me to be a woman with grace, poise, and laughter.
I would, someday, like to live as the women have lived.  They may not go down in the history books and women who did miraculous things for the world, but they did miraculous things for me.  They were real women who didn't care what the world thought of them.  They lived and died as examples of Christ.  I hope to do the same.


Andrea Landaker said...

Great post. It's good to remember the people that have inspired us . . .

Heidi said...

Awww, I loved that post! Very touching and so true.