This is Grandma Marge, holding one of her grandchildren,
Memorial Weekend 1988.
Cooking Christmas dinner in 1988 for her family.
I can still taste those yeast rolls, feel how hot her kitchen
would get, and hear all the kids laughing and giggling
in the other room.
Marge was always the last to the dinner table,
serving others first, doing all she could to avoid a camera.
I had to search to see if I had any of her at all, and was
nicely surprised to find these.
For years she spent several weeks in the summer
cooking at church camp. Here, in or around 1973, she
is cooking at a youth retreat. She's the first person on the right.
That's Marge in the back, by the cooler, and Gramps, her husband
in the foreground. These images are only a tiny portion of her 89 years.
My daughter, Erin, recently wrote about Grandma Marge
I'm writing this today in honor of a lady who really worked hard
all her life. She loved her boys, and dearly loved each grandchild.
She is the paternal grandmother to my son and daughter.
And she will be laid to rest tomorrow in Illinois.
My sincere condolences to Ryan, Erin, Rick, and all of her family.
Rest in peace, Grandma Marge.