Grandma’s Rag Bag

How My Grandmother Allowed Me To Be Myself

My maternal Grandma was 94 years old when she reached the place the path meets the clearing. She grew up during the Great Depression, buried two husbands, raised three daughters, taught Sunday School, sang in the choir, and preached. She got her college degree when she was 80. Until her last year, she lived independently in an apartment complex for senior…