She was the best Granny in the whole world. She had arms for miles that would just wrap around and engulf you. She had a strong grip!
She was tall, with a lean frame and a signature smirk/smile that always danced upon her thin crimson lips. She had eyes, such vibrant eyes that shone out behind dark wavy hair, shimmering pools of steely blue that would just light up like a beacon, whenever she was near.
She made the best homemade biscuits ever, and cooked everything from scratch every day: full breakfast, lunch, full dinner; substantial and hearty meals.
She was hard working, tending a garden, planting, harvesting, canning (cellar was always full), always living self sufficient. She worked sun up to sun down. I remember gathering eggs with Grandpa every morning and helping her in the kitchen when I was visiting. Washing clothes (on an old washboard). Tending her plants in the greenhouse. She was quite the botanist.
She had a laugh that was so infectious... this hearty, beautiful chuckle. She gave with her whole heart, so completely, unreservedly.
She was so full of love, and so much more than what meets the eye. She was a homemaker. She was an unbelievable seamstress, quilter. She even made a quilt once that included squares sent from individuals from all fifty states. An accomplished gardener, she always had something new to show us every time we visited.
She was down to earth, but elegant. Beautiful in features, and even more so in heart. She cared for precious family heirlooms with a reverence.
Deeply intelligent, thoughtfully sensitive, infinitely caring and supremely gentle, she left a legacy that will endure forever.