Thursday, June 30, 2016

Maternal Grandmother

Maternal Grandmother
I do not remember my maternal grandmother.  I only have a few photos.  However, she is my oldest memory.  Now that must sound odd to you.  What I remember is that when I was three she died in Portland, Oregon.  My mother and her sister had the responsibility of taking her body on the train for burial in Iowa.  Our train left Seattle and my aunt's train left Portland.  The two trains met in eastern Washington.  My memory is of my mother telling me to watch for my grandmother's casket in the baggage car.  We were walking along the train and there it was right through the open door.  Isn't that something for a three year old to experience!

5 comments:

Jacki Long said...

This is a wonderful piece John!
So strong and yet warm, love it!

tgarrett said...

Wonderful piece and thanks for the story that goes with it.

Connie Rose said...

Love this piece. Interesting memory, too. Did it frighten you in any way about death? Have a great weekend. Hugs.

credmayne.com said...

How amazing. Do you think you realised at 3y there was a dead body inside the coffin? As you didn't know her, perhaps you didn't know the function of the box you were instructed to look for.

Roberta Warshaw said...

I think it is really great that your mother did not try to hide death from you as so many parents (mine) do/did. It does no good. Lovely work as usual.