As of 11/23/01, my grandmother (dad's mom) has been sick for around a month, spending around a week in the hospital, and requiring constant help. In one particular way, she's alot like me: she'll gladly lie around and let other people take care of her every waking need, given the opportunity. So we've all been doing just that, and spending alot of time in and around her house, providing food and running errands and spending the night etc.. It's very sad when people you care about get old and sick, and I don't think I've dealt with it very well. But anyway, I've spent alot of time over at her place, browsing around looking at old photographs in her possession, amazed at the difference between the type of person she was a long time ago and what she's like now.

She was born in 1920, somewhere around Sulpher Springs, in East Texas, and grew up in a very simple time; the kind of place where the great depression really didn't matter, because for the most part everybody eaked out a living through whatever they grew or made for themselves. She says that they got all of their household and drinking water from a runoff tub, which collected rain that fell on their tin-roof house. I say that I wouldn't last very long if I had to live like that, but they did.

She's got all manner of photographs though, and I've got all manner of time for one reason or another, leading to me scanning some of them which I like, ..so they won't be destroyed, because my immediate family doesn't have a very good reputation for taking care of photographs.

This is a photo of my grandmother as a small child. I got a kick out of the animal-skin 'thing' that her mother was wearing.

I don't see any real need to explain the next few photos, partly because they seem too sacred for me to stain with my mindless rambling, and also because the majority of what I could say about this old stuff would most likely be incorrect. But, ..this is my grandma. She's a nice old lady. And there was a time, millions of years ago, when she was young...