Pencil and Watercolor Portrait

This Gal was a true farm women

in every sense of the word. I didn't 

know her personally, but I grew to know  her

through her loving granddaughter's

tales of her. She grew most of her food 

and canned it all herself, including jams and jellies.

She dealt with the farm animals. As an elderly 

lady she was knocked down by a Bull Cow and

got back up and shoved it aside. She chopped

her own wood. Not too many years before her

death she was out chopping wood when she

accidentally smashed her thumb, and 

in her characteristic 

way she left her work gloves on thinking

that it would be better later on in the 

day...only to find out it was getting worse! 

She ended up having to have it amputated.

She was one tough cookie, but tender enough to raise

a granddaughter like her own. I would have been

proud to have been able to call her my grandmother!