Those 70ish Girls

Shortly after we moved to Texas in 1987, we got a visit from my mother. She told us she had gotten a letter from her brother, my Uncle Jeff. He said their mother’s sister, Grace, lived in Texas. None of the family had ever met her.

My Grandma Sanderson grew up in Iowa. She was from a fairly well to do family, which included 13 children. Grandpa spotted Grandma when she was singing in the church choir. They married and moved to South Dakota when she was the ripe old age of 28. Aunt Grace was 13 years younger than Grandma, and they would have only seen each other the few times that Grandma and Grandpa paid visits to Iowa.

Anyway, Mom insisted we pay her Aunt Grace a visit. We ended up spending a lovely afternoon with her. She commented that she didn’t remember her sister well. She sounded just like Grandma and was somewhat of a spitfire like Grandma was. She was small in stature and we thought it was cute that she kept her little flats on with rubber bands.

She had taped several family pictures on the wall and proudly went through each person’s story. She had lived through the deaths of her husband and both of her kids. The only family she had left was a grandson who treated her very well.

Kip and I visited Aunt Grace several times over the next year. She loved to go to Luby’s Cafeteria for Sunday lunch. One Sunday, we were going to try someplace different, and she seemed so disappointed we turned around and went to Luby’s. On Easter Sunday, they had a lady playing the piano, and Aunt Grace thoroughly enjoyed that.

A couple of weeks before Thanksgiving, I started to try to reach Aunt Grace by phone to see if we could come and get her and bring her to our house for Thanksgiving dinner. She never answered. One evening, we drove over to her apartment and knocked on the door. A neighbor heard us and came out to tell us Aunt Grace had passed away. She gave us the number for her grandson. We called him, and he told us she had passed away peacefully in her sleep. He had thought about calling us, but didn’t have our number. He thanked us for taking her to Luby’s on so many occasions and said she talked about it all the time. She especially talked about the piano player. We, in turn, had heard really good things about him.

Yes, she was a little spitfire. She used to ride the bus to get her groceries and she was so little, one day the wind got ahold of her as she grabbed onto the door and she said it blew her straight out. She said she was flying and she feared she would lose her shoes. She said she went back home and waited for the wind to die down.

We Sanderson kids were really close our grandparents. It was so much fun getting to know Grandma’s little sister here in Texas. What fond memories. Family is everything.

Mom (Loretta with Aunt Grace)