Today, was my grandmother’s birthday. She was a very special woman. Loving and strong, loyal and forgiving, determined and welcoming. There was always room for another at her big farm table, and there was no obstacle placed before her that she did not overcome. Her nick name to her sisters was “Love.” Zilpah Frisbee Lassiter – thank you for your lessons and your love. I’m glad you were my Mom’s Mother – and my Grandmommy.
This doll in the photograph is a special gift she gave me when I was 6 years old for Christmas. I thought I had lost the letter that she wrote for me some years ago and have been very sad about that. But when I got her out of the box and began arranging her for this memory photo – I found it! I had tucked it inside her slips and it had blended in unnoticed with her clothing some 13 years ago when we were packing to move to our current home. It was such a special gift to me to read it again today! The doll has always meant a great deal to me, but her letter has meant even more. Here is what she wrote:
December 25, 1965
I am giving you this because you are a very special little girl, my first granddaughter. You won’t think it is very pretty, but it is very old and it was very dear to a little girl 150 years ago, and the clothes were lovingly and carefully made by hand. It is not a play doll, but a treasure doll. One that you will keep carefully and someday give it to your own little girl. I know and trust that you will care for her as she has been cared for this many years.