My Grandma

Grandma and me in 1936

My early childhood was enriched when my Grandma came to live with us. My family consisted of my mother, three older sisters and myself. My father died when I was only one year old. My grandfather died a short time later.

My Grandma became a comfort to all of us. She and I were inseparable, like “two peas in a pod.” We shared a bedroom upstairs and at night we would look at the moon and count the stars. When it was bedtime, she would take down the bun on top of her head and brush her long silver hair. I still have her hair pins in my jewelry box. She would rock me to sleep singing “Rock of Ages.”

My Grandma died when I was only eight, but still now as a grandma myself, I cherish those fond memories.

Geneva Brock, Lexington, a member of EnergyUnited