As we both walked in to greet my granny, a short, stature, five foot mid seventies lady that didn‘t have a single wrinkle. Her long, black hair with a few gray hairs lined up in the front pulled to the back into a tight ponytail. About once a month she would ask one of the older grandkids to bottle dye her hair so she wouldn’t show signs of aging. I don’t think anybody could even come close to guessing her age. She had her make up put on just right, her cheeks looked so rosy with her blush and she wore the brightest red on her lips.
On the weekdays while she was at home doing her daily chores she would always have her hair pulled back tight, because she believed it helped it grow more. A few of her short layered hairs would come out and she would just push them back with a bobby pin. On her she wore her usual cleaning outfit, a few sizes too big T shirt and some homemade shorts (cut-up pants) all stringy at the bottom right above her knee, and old tennis shoes that looked like they could literally talk to me; she was even wearing an apron, this time it had a few food stains on it.
We already knew going over to visit on a Wednesday about noon we would catch her cleaning and making some delicious lunch. She was a hard working lady and always kept herself busy at home. We would joke around with her and say we could smell her homemade cooking a mile away. She enjoyed all her eight kids and over two dozen grandkids around the kitchen table eating her cooking, those were the special times she was the happiest.
She was a very strong Catholic and went to church every morning for the earliest mass. She believed that if you prayed to Jesus Christ and Virgin Mary they would bless you with what you needed. About once a week in the evening she would invite all her kids and grandkids over to eat supper and afterward pray the rosary with her. “A family that prays...