I don't remember much about Granny. I can say that Granny Darlene was not a fan of mine. When Grampa Langwell and she came for a visit, which was not often, she never wanted to play with me or even hear my news. All my memories of her are of her sitting on the couch with the tallest pile of ratted hair on top of her head. It looked tall to me, anyway. After Grampa and Granny divorced, we had virually no contact with her; she didn't seem to want any. Then she did the strangest thing: When my first daughter was born, Granny somehow made her way the 7 miles or so to Marceline, Mo, where my maternal grandparents lived. She knocked on the door of their house and handed my Gramma Strayhall a gift wrapped box and said it was for my baby. Then she turned around, climbed into a car that was waiting for her, and off she went. My Gramma was surprised. We all were. Inside the box was a beautiful (and expensive) dress. It had a navy blue pinafore over a snow white ruffled underbodice. I don't know how she knew I had had a child.
I tried to see her year later when she was in the Care Center in Marceline. However, she had recently been transferred to a hospital for patients with mental health issues in Moberly, MO (I think.) I did not know when she passed away.
I tried to see her year later when she was in the Care Center in Marceline. However, she had recently been transferred to a hospital for patients with mental health issues in Moberly, MO (I think.) I did not know when she passed away.
