Beloved GrandDa
Most of my favorite childhood memories involve either my Grandmother Zelma or my GrandDa R.E. Patterson .... They were more than grandparents to me, they were my best friends. My go-to place for stories, adventure, security, love, hugs, sneakiness... just about anything one little girl could drum up they were there. Especially for me, my GrandDa! In his eyes and he made it very clear everyone knew too, I was his precious Lil' Angel... "My Angel".. not just Angel, not "Where is Angel off to today?", no, it would always be "Where is My Angel off to today? What kind of adventure are you up to now, lil' one?" .....I had a great imagination thanks to my grandparents and if I couldn't think of anything, guaranteed that the old man had a few ornery ideas up his sleeve, for sure. The thing about him however; is that he was quite particular. What I mean is, He had 3 "step children" whom I have heard that he loved very much as if they were his own. Then he and my grandmother late in life, had one child... a daughter. I'll admit, i often wish they had at least tried for another in hopes of a boy. The Patterson line would still be going. Unfortunately, Neither Ralph or his brother Earl had any sons. Earl was entirely childless. I would really like to know why they chose this. I also would not be surprised to find out that the birth of my mother was an oopsie, so to speak. Well this is my first entry, I'll tell more stories and share more random thoughts as I go along. If you know anyone at all along my family branches, please feel free to share a story or whatever you have. Blessings to ya!
