Today would have been my grandmothers 87th birthday. She died in 1986. I was 12 and in the seventh grade. I still remember my daddy coming to West Haralson Junior High, out onto the big commons area where we all went after lunch. I saw him walk out of the school, toward the commons and I knew she had died. I have such wonderful memories of her and I miss her still. (pic L-R, my daddy (4) and my grandmother) middle pic (my aunt Margaret (grandmothers sister) my granddaddy in full ARMY uniform, and my grandmother, picture on the right my daddy as a newborn and my grandmother.
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