Eighty-nine. My grandma celebrates her 89th birthday tomorrow. What was life like 89 years ago in 1923? As I imagine it, life was simpler yet more labor intensive. Horses were more commonly a form of transportation than automobiles. Telephones and radios offered a limited forms of social/technological distraction. People read books made of paper, wrote letters with a pen, had morals and respect. They worked hard without an entitlement mentality; hard work was its own reward.
Grandma was employed well into her eighties. She kept her home immaculately clean. No one had reason to call her lazy. At age 70, she stood on the roof of the two-story home our family was building and rolled tar felt in preparation for attaching the shingles.
My Grandma lived through the depression, two world wars, and through the trials of a difficult marriage while raising three children.
Her strong and enduring faith has deep roots; her reliance on God is surely not a Feel Good Religion. All of her children lead healthy, productive lives.Two of the three also have a strong relationship with God. I have a strong faith as well, due in part to the faithfulness of my grandmother passed down through the generations.
To my three and five-year-old, "Grandma Great" is a woman who watches with a smile, walks with difficulty and is not too much taller than they themselves! I hope to teach them the concept of what a legacy is. My grandma has left them with the blessing of a legacy: a strong spirit, a hard worker, an enduring faith, a reliance upon God.
Blessings to you, Grandma, as we have been blessed through you!
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