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!