A tribute to Grandma

My grandma, Fannie Louise DuBose,went to be with the Lord last Tuesday night after almost 93 years on this earth. She was a wonderful lady, she lived a long time, and got to see so much. She had 4 children, 9 grandchildren, and 8 (almost 9 - Mandy is due any day now!) great-grandchildren. She was an educator, a homemaker, an avid reader, and she could do a cross-word puzzle in 10 minutes flat. I always loved getting cards from her because she always took time to write the sweetest things, literally filling up the inside of the card. She was from a little town called Blythewood but spent most of her life in Gable, SC, in the house my Granddaddy was born in over 100 years ago. She lived there independently until last November.



I have so many sweet memories and am thankful to have had her in my life for over 30 years. We spent this past weekend in SC at her home, and it was strange being there without her. When someone lives in a home for nearly 70 years the house just emanates the the essence of that person. Every time I turned the corner or looked over at her chair I could almost see her sitting and reading or bustling in the kitchen preparing a meal. The funeral was beautiful, just like her. The little country church was packed, the music was perfect, and the words spoken by the pastor and the family truly highlighted her rich life and heritage she has left behind. I am more thankful than ever to be her granddaughter, and I hope to pass on the things that she lived and taught to her children and grandchildren in word and deed. As you can see with these pictures she was able to spend a lot of time with my children and she loved every minute. Steven is also thankful that he had gotten to know her these past 11 years. It feels like the end of an era with her gone, and it will be sad for quite a while, but we know that she is now with her Lord and in complete peace. I pray my life will be half the testimony hers and that whenever the Lord calls me home that my funeral will give him honor and glory, just like hers did.

I don't live in Texas...

Steven left on Tuesday to go to San Antonio, Texas, for a trip through work. I worked Monday night, met him for breakfast and to get the kids Tuesday morning, then we headed to Charlotte as he waited for his plane to board. He took his Grandma on this trip, as she has taken him on many adventures, and I think they've had a great time together. They went to a rodeo at a ranch tonight and as we were talking on the phone I heard baby goats in the background. They took a boat ride around the river, visited the Alamo (embarrasingly, I don't know enough about that particular point of history to know if I've spelled it right), and probably Steven's favorite was watching the Dallas Cowboys practice at a training camp.



As for the kids and I, we had a marvlous trip to Charlotte to see many loved ones there. In just 3 days Sadie got to see all 7 of her cousins, which by itself is quite a treat. Her oldest Nash cousin, Dickson, turned 5 on Wednesday and my Dad turned 58. Needless to say I've eaten way too much cake. But to offset that, I bought a double jogging stroller at a consignment shop. Along with seeing the fam, I also got a sweet visit in with Joni and her hubby, and a crazy girls morning with Julie H. and Rachel P. (Julie has 2 girls and Rachel has 3, all 5 and under-so including Sadie it was quite entertaining).

We drove home to Pleasant Garden last evening and my wonderful mother-in-law met me here so she could spend the night and then keep the kids for me today while I worked. I really am blessed in how little of this trip I have had to be by myself, as Steven comes home around lunch time tomorrow! I can't wait. It seems to me we were having silly arguments before he left but I just can't remember what they were, and now it certainly does not matter as I am SO ready to have him home. Maybe after Sadie's nap tomorrow we can take a family ride on the "soar-wheeler" (Sadie says "s" for "f") to go to "Mr. Pete's" pool. Then perhaps we will have a peaceful evening after dinner, on the porch swing, watching Sadie draw with sidewalk chalk in her bare feet. It is quite the life here on Legacy Fare, which makes me contemplate changing the name of my blog....



I almost forgot to explain the title of this post, oh my wandering thoughts...While we were in Charlotte Sadie was asked where she lived. Her answer? "I don't live in Texas." Good to know, sweetheart. Another funny...she woke up in the middle of the night and my Mom was lying down with her to try and get her back to sleep. It was quiet for quite a while and Mom thought she was out, then Sadie blurts out "I don't like zebras". What a funny child. Ok, I'm truly ending this now. Goodnight!