The house where I lived was two doors away from my uncle’s house, so always it was really a blended family. Florence came into the picture when Grandpapa rented a room to her in about 1931. My father had left to try to find work on the Panama Canal, and he didn’t return. My mother was the world’s worst cook and housekeeper. Soon Florence was bringing order and wonderful meals for my grandfather, and they married.
Florence was considerably younger than my grandfather but developed health problems due to being quite obese. Primarily it was obesity and high blood pressure, but also she had to have all her teeth pulled and false teeth made. The teeth didn’t fit well, and she wore them only to church or when we had the preacher over for Sunday dinner. She was adamant that her picture never be taken. This picture was taken by a cousin who was busy with family pictures but suddenly whirled around to capture my grandmother laughing on the steps of my aunt’s house across the street from where I lived. It is the only picture of her that I have, and I especially am glad to have it because she turned out to have a decidedly good influence on my life.
Thanks much for this interesting and personal contribution, Julia!