The lady in this photo is my Grandma Eng. I never knew her as anything else. It was years before I realised she had a first name and it was Lillian. Grandma is with my mom's dad in this photo. Mom's dad didn't live very long and Grandma ended up marrying again. Mom has two sisters and a brother. My Grandma was always very proper, busy, and had a no nonsense attitude about almost everything. I remember her as a small woman with a stately bearing.
One of my very favorite stories about Grandma is one I shake my head over every time I hear it. Grandma was a thrifty woman. Given time, she could find a use for almost anything. She drove a fairly large car when her family was young. It was in an age when both cars and horses were often seen on the same road. The horses embodied the part that frequently mortified her children.
They would be driving along and suddenly, Grandma would pull over. Her eye had caught refuse on the verge and she wanted it. She would hop out, open the back, don her gardening gloves, grab a shovel and a bucket, and proceed to acquire a lovely fresh mound of horse manure. No matter how often her family objected, she was adamant she needed to collect these undesirable nutrients for her needy garden.
I have the hardest time envisioning my well dressed Grandma pulling over for poop. Yet, mom witnessed it time and again. Now, this memory has been handed to me to cherish and laugh over. I do remember Grandma had a great garden, so her methods were not entirely madness. Even if they were icky to ride with!