Grandma Florence

Born Feb, 13 1899 in Maryland, My Grandmother died of kidney failure when my Dad was 7 and I always felt the loss of her in every time her children got together. She had been a powerful force in their lives and losing her caused a hole that my Grandfather and his children and grandchildren were all unable to fill. Even though my Dad's early memories are vague and mainly consist of things like coming home to the smell of fry bread with butter and honey, she was the matriarch of a dozen children who grew up to be responsible, respectful, loving and dedicated adults. Her touch could be seen in how her family rallied to raise the little ones when she was gone.

[Terry]

Too bad you never got to meet her

[Maggiemae]

She really has quite a modern face but then she was so young when she passed, she never grew to have an old face! Lovely to see!

[Ann H. LeFevre]

She looks like a person who really loved- loved life, loved her family and is still loving in the people who remember her.

[Francoise]

twelve kiddos wow. She looks like woman who fearlessly took things on.

[bkb in the city]

What a great portrait you have of her

[Hazel]

A charming and beautiful lady. Both my grandmothers were called Florence but I only got to meet one of them as the other died in a car accident before I was born . Thanks for sharing your story.