And we’re back…
I want to take a moment to wish a Happy Heavenly Birthday to Kate “Grandma” Holton, who, if she were still alive, would be 118 today. She died too young at 92.
Grandma loved my Mom like a daughter, and Grandma loved her like a daughter. After Dad died in January 1967 (I know I’ve told this before, but it’s my blog and some of you haven’t heard this), Mom considered moving to California, and in fact the four of us took a trip out there that summer so Mom could interview and apply. In the end, though, we stayed in Chicago, ostensibly because she didn’t want to separate us from Grandma. We knew, though, that it was she that didn’t want to be separated from Grandma.
Later that summer, Mom, who had just learned to drive, took the three of us and Grandma to Ohio to visit my uncle Tom, Dad’s older brother, and his family. They had just moved to a farm, and they had a big house. Grandma sat in the front seat with Mom, and the three of us were in the back.
We were on the Indiana Toll Road (or maybe the Ohio Turnpike, I’m not sure), and Mom was feeling comfortable behind the wheel. Maybe a little too comfortable. At some point, Grandma looked over and said, “Bunny, I hate to sound like a mother-in-law, but don’t you think we’re going a little fast?” Mom looked at the speedometer, which told her we were going 90 miles an hour (that 144 kilometers an hour for metric folks).
Another time on the same trip, Mom decided to chat with Grandma. Grandma was just starting to lose her hearing at that time. Mom had a friend, Abby, who was going on a trip to Spain, so she said, “Abby’s going to Spain.”
“My God, Bunny, that’s terrible! Were there any indications?”
Mom was confused. “Indications of what?”
“That she was going insane!”
They always had a good laugh about that.
Grandma and her sister Florence lived together, and would come to our house for dinner every Sunday along with Mom’s aunt Cash. Tex, who was starting to spend a lot of time at our house, would pick them up and drive them out to the house, then later in the evening would drive them home, along with a lot of leftovers. Mom was worried about telling Grandma that she and Tex were getting married. She needn’t have: by then, Tex was a son, and when Patrick was born, Grandma was his grandmother.
Grandma’s birthday was Bastille Day, which is also today.

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Happy B-Day, then! 😀
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That’s sweet, and the insane/Spain bit was funny 🙂
I miss having three-generation Sundays. I’m grateful I had so many, into my early twenties. Those last few years mean everything to me now.
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I was in my mid-30’s when Grandma died and my 40’s when Hicks (my grandfather) did. Longevity ran in my family.
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Nice story, John, and sounds like Grandma was a cool lady.
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She was. Loved everyone and funnier than anything.
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Nice story with some funny parts. 🙂
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Grandma was a funny lady. Wish she was still around.
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I hadn’t heard this story before, and I do like hearing family stories. Thanks for sharing your memories! 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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I’m glad it’s your blog and you got tell this again. So heartwarming. We can feel the love.
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It took a long time for me to understand the meaning of “eternal life” — you’re never forgotten, you stay alive in the hearts and minds of the people who knew you, and pass those memories along.
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Exactly I believe that too.
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I’m glad you stayed close to Grandma and have these memories. I have only vague memories of my grandmothers and never knew my grandfathers since they both died while I was very young or before I was conceived.
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Longevity runs in my family, and we always heard stories about people a hundred years older than we were. I remember these things because they were drilled into my head.
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🙂 treasures.
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Liberté, egalité, fraternité … and happy birthday! Thank you for sharing these stories with us.
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First, thought you’d like to know that yours was the 25,500th comment. Thanks! (Of course, a lot of those are mine…)
Glad you enjoyed the stories.
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Nice stories, John. Grandma Kate was the best.
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Wasn’t she, though? Loved everyone. She was great.
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Yes happy birthday in heaven Grandma, great memories 💜
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I was lucky to have had her in my life for such a long time.
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She sounds amazing 🌹💜
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She was…
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You were blessed 💜💝
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Happy birthday to Grandma in heaven!
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As she would say, “Happy Happy!”
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Road trips and Sunday dinners. Those were the days.
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Yes, they were. Don’t think we’ll see a time like that again.
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