m. 24 DEC 1917
Facts and Events
Died at home at Weston, Missouri. Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery north of Weston Missouri on P Highway. Social Security #: 403-78-0194 SS# issued in: Kentucky
As a you boy I spent many nights at my Grandmothers house. The memories I hold in my heart are special. I came home from Iowa for Thanksgiving the year she died. We had Thanksgiving dinner at my Moms house and I can still remember Grandma being her prankster self. She kept kicking me under the table and kept grabbing my dinner rolls off of my plate. She died a few days later. I was so happy I came home that year. I thought I was going to be disowned by the family when I wouldn't go to the family night at the funeral home. I had already buried and been a pall bearer at too many funerals already and I did not want to remember my Grandmother lying in a casket. The last time I saw her was at the kitchen table with a smile on her face being the Grandma I loved very much.
I remember all the times Grandma and Grandpa took me fishing. We were fishing at a farm pond once and I hooked a huge snapping turtle. It was so big you couldn't get a fishing net over it. As I drug it up the bank in the grass by where she was sitting, the turtle started hissing and Grandma started yelling at me to cut it loose. I kept dragging it towards her and I can still hear her hollering at me to cut the line. Well the line broke and the turtle went back to the water and I sat there and had a good laugh with my Grandma. I can still hear her calling me an honery little cuss. When I would spend the week end nights with them, we would always watch all star wrestling on channel 2 out of St Joseph, Missouri. I still can see her and Grandpa screaming at the television. They would get so mad when some of them cheated and would just yell and yell at the referee. It comes to mind that Grandma just loved Danny Little Bear. I know she hated Bob Giegle and Handsome Harley Race and for lands sake you never dared to say the wrestling was fake unless you wanted to wrestle her. by Darrell Warner