My grandmothers in Washington D.C. May 1988 |
My grandmothers were my rocks at times. We lived with one or the other until I was
8. Then every summer until I was 13 I
was sent home to visit. They taught me all sort of things and took me
all sorts of places. Each was very
different and even as a young girl I can remember thinking that they couldn’t
be less a like.
Grandmother Arvin was an officer’s wife. She had pictures and stories from all over
the world. I played dress up in her old 1950-60s taffeta dresses and costume jewelry. However, under it all she was still, at
times, the rural farm girl. She canned,
gardened, make dinner for sick friends, participated in civic events, and was
very down to earth. A brilliant woman,
she gave up her dreams of college to be a wife and mother. She told me once she wouldn’t have had it any
other way.
Maxine Armstong Arvin High School Picture |
Her one bad habit (besides loving hard candies and being
diabetic) was chain smoking. Prescribed
to her as a stress reliever during WWII, she could never quite kick the
habit. I have vivid memories of her
sitting at her kitchen table for hours with a small glass of orange juice, hard
core bodice ripper novel in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. She came to live with us while
I was in high school and we cared for her until her death during my junior year.
Grandmother Combs was a retired school teacher and very,
very stubborn. She seemed to fight tooth
and nail her whole life for everything and wasn’t afraid to let you know her
opinion. Grandma lived in the same town her entire life and wasn’t going to be told she couldn’t do anything. She traveled, severed in many organizations
for teachers and professional women, and earned a master’s degree. I know at times she was a handful, but her
spunk and go get ‘em attitude always made me admire her.
Ruth Brennan Combs First Communion Picture |
We were always on the move at her house visiting people,
seeing things, or even doing crafts. As
a former kindergarten teacher she always had an overflowing stash of construction
paper and crafty objects. You could
never keep her down, which is why when I think she didn’t feel she could be “normal”
again after her surgeries for colon cancer, grandma literally gave up. She died when I was a junior in college, the
week before Christmas.
It makes me sad that my kids will not have the honor of
meeting these amazing people. There are
times that I look back on that time of my life and wish that I had spent more
time with them, thanked them more, and told them I loved them more. As a teenager you sometimes do not realize
what types of gifts are in front of you until you lose them.
Do you have any ancestors from Kentucky?
ReplyDeleteMany, on both sides. Majority of my family came through Kentucky from VA/MD/NC on their way to Indiana. Many of the collateral lines stayed, but my direct lines were there one generation or less and kept moving.
DeleteHave you noticed that Maxine has an interesting asymmetrical face?
ReplyDeleteAnd Ruth's angelic pose reminds me of your youngest when he is trying to be charming .... !
Until you said those things I had not noticed them. Maxine always said that most people didn't find her beautiful, but she won them over with her wicked sense of humor and nature.
DeleteRuth, well, she never stopped doing that angelic bit. Particularly when you caught her at something. My youngest hadn't met her I would blame that on her as well.