GODDESS AMONG US
FINAL PROJECT LEVEL III
BY WAVEWALKER
My Grandmother was an
awesome woman. Born Myrtle Ruth Stewart on October 23, 1902 in Kansas
City to Pearl Nanney and Edward Stewart; she died March 17, 1992.
Myrtle was the only girl, she had two older brothers who taught her
tenacity. She had one child early in life with my grandfather
Charles Hugaboon, my dad Charles Lawrence Stewart. They didn’t
stay together too long and later grandma married Noble Stansbarger.
Granny Myrtle lived next door to us until I was 15 and she was the rock
of my life. I am honored to say I am of her bloodline.
Grandma and I are both Scorpios and I think at times we were sisters rather than grandmother and granddaughter. She would go to the ends of the earth for anyone, but when she decided she was done with you it was complete. Needless to say not too many people crossed her on purpose. But her heart was large enough for all who could stay in her graces.
She grew up in Kansas City and lived there until the early 50’s. One of her favorite memories was that she got to experience the birth of Jazz in the city.
She worked for Nelly Don dress factory her entire working life. She ironed the dresses before they went out to the stores. She loved the peace of just making her way through the day with her own thoughts and always being thrifty she loved the great discounts.
Music was her connection to the world around her. Every day when she came home from work she would put on her old records and we would listen and dance; then when she retired she would wait for me to come home from school. It always made me feel loved and accepted in a sometimes harsh world.
After Grandpa retired they moved to southern Missouri on a large lake and we began wonderful days of fishing, swimming and exploring. We would lay on the dock and watch the fish come or turn over and watch the birds and clouds go by. Grandma was always either near the water, in it, or on it in her little rowboat. She had Grandpa build a deck on top of the house so she could sit in the rain.
A gardener all her life, her yard was always full of beautiful flowers and lots of things to eat. I always think of Summer when I think of Grandma; she would get so brown working in her gardens and it brought her so much peace and joy. Even when she was older in her 80’s she still grew her own tomatoes and was very proud of them. She shared them with everyone (whether they wanted them or not, with love of course).
Since I have been moving around a lot the last couple of years I don’t carry much with me. But the picture below of my Grandmother in the 40’s I always bring with me.
Grandma, I thank you for your
wonderful love.Grandma and I are both Scorpios and I think at times we were sisters rather than grandmother and granddaughter. She would go to the ends of the earth for anyone, but when she decided she was done with you it was complete. Needless to say not too many people crossed her on purpose. But her heart was large enough for all who could stay in her graces.
She grew up in Kansas City and lived there until the early 50’s. One of her favorite memories was that she got to experience the birth of Jazz in the city.
She worked for Nelly Don dress factory her entire working life. She ironed the dresses before they went out to the stores. She loved the peace of just making her way through the day with her own thoughts and always being thrifty she loved the great discounts.
Music was her connection to the world around her. Every day when she came home from work she would put on her old records and we would listen and dance; then when she retired she would wait for me to come home from school. It always made me feel loved and accepted in a sometimes harsh world.
After Grandpa retired they moved to southern Missouri on a large lake and we began wonderful days of fishing, swimming and exploring. We would lay on the dock and watch the fish come or turn over and watch the birds and clouds go by. Grandma was always either near the water, in it, or on it in her little rowboat. She had Grandpa build a deck on top of the house so she could sit in the rain.
A gardener all her life, her yard was always full of beautiful flowers and lots of things to eat. I always think of Summer when I think of Grandma; she would get so brown working in her gardens and it brought her so much peace and joy. Even when she was older in her 80’s she still grew her own tomatoes and was very proud of them. She shared them with everyone (whether they wanted them or not, with love of course).
Since I have been moving around a lot the last couple of years I don’t carry much with me. But the picture below of my Grandmother in the 40’s I always bring with me.
Copyright WaveWalker
Jan. 2016