Anonymous
Dear Family and Friends,
I prefer to remember my grandma as that little old lady with an apron that would be waiting at the back porch door of the old farm house. We would turn when we saw the trees at the end of the lane. We would drive between the two fields in Dad’s yellow truck for a really long time. I knew we were almost there when there was a little curve and I could see the garden and the pump outside the kitchen window. We always parked between the back porch and the barn where I could see grandma and grandpa’s little club house. I remember thinking how neat it was to have a club house with a bathroom right inside, even though it was really kind of small. Dad would always assure us kids that an outhouse (clubhouse) was not so nice when it was dark or when the snow was flying and the only seat was frozen.
By that time, there was grandma on the back porch waving. She always said “hi, hi, hi” really fast and then would smile. I thought it was weird that she always called my dad “Bud”. Grandma always had little mints in a covered dish in the kitchen. We couldn’t make any loud noise in the house because “it would wake up the babies that were sleeping upstairs”. I never got to see all of those sleeping babies but grandma said they were up there.
This is how I will remember my grandmother. I wish I could be there with you today. I will be thinking of all of you and keeping you in my prayers.
With love,
Carla (Pfeiffer) McCord,
Granddaughter of Elizabeth Pfeiffer##imported-begin##Carla M. (Pfeiffer) McCord##imported-end##