Were your grandparents alive when you were small?
I only had one grandparent living during my childhood, and that was my Daddy’s mom, Nancy Stevens.
Mom’s parents died when she was a little girl. Her mom passed away before the family came to Texas from Kentucky. She died in 1908, when little Hallie was just 4 years old. Her daddy, William Benton, died in 1914 when mom was just 10. He never got over the death of his wife when she was giving birth to their 12th child, William, who we all called him Uncle Bill.
My dad’s father, Texas Hulan Stevens passed away in 1932 at about the age of 60, if memory serves me well.
So my one grandparent was Granny, as we called her. Aunt Myrt, Pawpaw’s sister, wanted us to call her Grance….but you’d have to have known Aunt Myrtle….she always tried to fancy everything up…but she was always just plain ol’ Granny to Nancy and me.
The thing I remember about her more than anything else was that she had this funny smell whenever she would kiss you. I didn’t know until I got older that the smell was because she dipped Garrett Snuff. When Daddy was aware that Nancy and I had figured it put, He started gift wrapping snuff bottles or tins for us to give her at Christmas or her birthday. She would have a fit when he would do it and oh, he’d get the biggest kick out of that!
I remember going to see her in San Antonio shortly before her death when I was a freshman at SFA in 1959. It was a very sweet and special visit, and she assured me that she’d be waiting for me in Heaven!