cobey
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thanks for sharing her with us, sadly I wasnt able to be real close with my grandma's, they did know i loved them, but i was a odd little kidHad a memorial service for my last Grandparent today. Her name was Nellie. She was 94 and lived a good life. The last 10-15 yrs were pretty tough. Her mind failed her unfortunately. I still remember going to her hen house and getting fresh eggs for breakfast when I was a kid and drinking milk straight from the cow. She is the reason I started eating tomato's. I hated them until I tried one of her home grown ones. She made the best pies I have ever eaten. Pumpkin, apple, raisin, coconut cream, lemon, and strawberry rhubarb were the ones I remember most. She put a stick of butter in the pumpkin pie (try it some time, I dare you).....my Dad used to say, "You get some of that on your forehead and your tongue will beat you to death trying to get to it." Her crust was fantastic (2nd to none); and she passed the secrets down to my wifeShe canned tomatoes, green beans, corn, pickles, and anything else that came from the earth. Her pickled beets were the best, nice and sweet, almost like candy or dessert. Most of the ones I try now just get spit back on the plate after eating hers for so many years. Still haven't found any as good as hers.
She could pick cotton and shuck corn with any man alive. She could catch, clean, and fry crappie for 10 or more all in one day. My dad would haul hay all day as a kid and Grandma would cook him a whole chicken. She would ring the neck, pluck the feathers, dress it, and fry it up....By the time I came around we just bought the chicken at the store, but it was damn good anyway; especially with her homemade gravy and potatoes, home grown tomatoes, green beans, and pie.
She was half Creek Indian and according to my Dad, could be mean as the devil. I never saw that side. She called me "her baby" my whole life. I told her one time, in my late teens, "I am not your baby anymore Grandma", to which she replied, "Oh yes you are, you will always be my baby".
Nellie was baptized later on in life (at the age of 75-76) so I will see her again some day; maybe we will have another chicken leg, sliced tomato, and a piece of pie.
Just wanted to share my Grandma with you guys...
(was happy to be by myself) but i did find peace with mom's mom and when she was on her death bed she came out of a mild coma to sing amazing grace
while i was singing it to her... it was faint but you could tell she knew that song
