Sweet Grandmother
Most my memories of Roberta are 1980-1988, but I know she was involved in my life since 1975(ish). Maybe earlier. I say '75 because that is the last photo I know of with just me and her. I do recall her good cooking and nice dining set around the holidays. I loved her mints she left in a bowl in her living room. I remember her husband, Herschel. He was not my grandfather, but I recall him always tinkering with metal. Roberta was a sweet lady and always smiled. In my teens, she gave me odd jobs around her house. She pretty much stopped cooking into the mid 1980s (she had pretty serious arthritis) and drove me in her Cadillac to Black-Eyed Peas; her favorite restaurant to take the family to. I don't know if she ate much, because she was very thin. We harvested pecans a couple of times from her HUGE pecan trees (one got struck by lightning one year. We would have buckets of pecans in the fall. She was a great grandmother even though she had no biological child. She was actually my Grandfather's sister that adopted my father. Some of her Satterwhite siblings would come to visit, so I got to meet them. She had a cabin in Ft Gibson (where the Murrays lived) that was available to us, plus Murray Hill and a boat dock. The cabin and dock were timeless, being like a time shift into the 50s. It was very "retro". I saw her in her final days in the hospital. She tried to tell me something, but she was on a ventilator. I guess I won't know what it as until I meet her in Heaven.
