Take yourself back to a time when refrigerators hadn’t yet been invented, women had few rights, and Woodrow Wilson was president. On the thirteenth of February, 1913 Pelham New York, my grandmother was born.
Florence O’Connell was an educator, who found happiness in teaching.
She graduated from Barnard College, where she majored in French. Fluent in Latin, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Russian, Florence was a registered genius. Not only was she inspirational, but she loved each family member with all of her heart. The day she passed away was the hardest day I have ever endured. She taught me many things as a child. Even after her passing she still remains a part of the life lessons I learn each day. July 8th, 2007 is the day I lost my grandmother, but had eighteen years of memories I will never forget.
When my mother turned eighteen, my grandmother moved to Florida. She resided at Light-House Point, Florida on June 30th, 1972. Although my mother moved back north on her own, my grandmother decided to permanently stay in Florida. When it was time for my mother to start her family, she raised my sister Jennifer and me in upstate Poughkeepsie.
I had a great childhood. Back then my grandmother would visit and I would remember seeing this starlit image of her. She would wear the most elegant dresses I had ever seen, I never saw her without heels. She defined “classy”. In the summer she sat outside on the back porch, hanging chimes from the ceiling and whistling. I used to peek from the kitchen window and watch her. She could whistle an entire song without messing up once. She focused her life around God, and went to church every Sunday.
As I got older, I used to ask my grandmother questions about what it was like growing up, and how she had adapted to all the changes around her. All she would say was “Everyday someone invents something new or another thing happens in this world. You have to enjoy the life God blessed you with Maegan, and pray to God...