(Granny and Mom, 1980-ish)
For those of you who don't know, my Granny helped raise me my whole life. She still lives next door to my mother and father in Ohio--in the house she has lived in since I was born.
She helped teach me how to read and write, how to behave in public, how to say "y'all", and what it meant to have to cut a switch from the row of bushes that separated her yard from the neighbors (it meant--Lisa's in a heap of trouble). She was not a replacement for my mom, who holds a very special place in my heart, but instead, she was an augmentation of that motherhood.
She is definitely a survivor, who, despite numerous maladies, manages to make it through the day, and can still reserve enough energy to talk with me on the phone for hours.
Happy Birthday, Granny! You are loved.
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