Personal Childhood Web

The first person and the MOST important person in my life was my mom.  Mom passed away 2 years ago, and to this date, I am still not over Mom.  Mom was always there for my sister and I.  Mom was very loving, and was the one that played with us.  I remember all the times, she would color with me, and play pick up jacks with me.  Mom never worked and was always at home when I got home from school.  Even if I was being punished by my dad, mom would sometimes allow me to ride my bike to the store, and her last words, "you better be home before your daddy gets home".  Up until the time my mom passed away, she was always the BEST.  Mom I miss you everyday, and there is not a day that goes by, that I don't pick up your picture, and talk to you.  I know you are looking down on me...wish you were here.

Grandma Fraust was my mom's mother.  Grandma Fraust always let me stay with her on Friday nights.  My dad would take me and mom to her house on Friday night for my mom to pin curl grandma's hair.  She lived in a big old house that had a upstairs.  I would always go running in and get the kitchen chair, and pull it over to the fridge and get candy out of her blue candy bucket.  Then I remember licking and sticking S & H green stamps for her, and Gold Bond stamps in the book.  Grandma was wonderful.  She sold Avon, and I got lots of goodies from her when I went to her house.

Grandma Hurdle was dad's mother.  She was known for her candy making, sewing, and dipping snuff.  Grandma Hurdle was always one wanting us in her lap, giving hugs, and teasing with us.  She was a great cook, and she always wanted me to come in the summers to see her in Georgia.  I looked forward to the train ride each year.

Aunt Ruby was my dad's sister.  She had her own business in Georgia and when I went for the summer, she took me to work with her, and I played office.  Aunt Ruby was the one, who always took my sister and I shopping, and who showed her love by buying school clothes, and made sure my sister and I got the "extras" dad and mom couldn't do for us.

My Dad...he was a different person.  He never said I love you until he was in his late eighties.  I can remember I would ask mom, does daddy love us, and she would say yes, but someway or another I was never sure.  Daddy was a good man, but very secret about his feelings and love for others.  He raised me to have manners, respect others, and to never see a stranger.