This is a younger picture of grandmother in her livingroom and taken probably on Mother's Day of 1963. I didn't move to Kentucky until August 1962 and I took this picture of grandmother, so it had to be the following year.
These next two pictures are of their 50th Wedding Anniversary and if I'm wrong I'll hear about it and return to change it.
Grandmother gave me her player piano that they are sitting in front of, but when it was time to move it no one could budge it. And when they finally moved it slightly they noticed that the heavy piano had buckled the floor beneath it, so we decided to leave it right there where it was for the time being.
This is grandmother when she came to visit us at Shady Oaks. Grandmother never, I mean never wore pants. She always wore a dress. She's the main reason that I left California and moved back to Kentucky. She was old, 65 I think, and 'livin on borrowed time,' as she would say. Now that I've reached 65 I don't think it's old at all, or at least I don't feel old.
Grandmother with her only son's three beautiful children and he was the baby too. I bet these grandchildren weren't spoiled much!
Grandmother and Me
Grandmother and Me
I always called her mom. I met her when I was 16 and she was my mom until I was in my 50's when she died. She was the kindest, sweetest woman you would ever meet and she never met a stranger. Speaking of strangers, she would invite anyone in for supper or a bite to eat if they looked hungry and the mailman always stopped to rest on her porch and got a nice cold glass of iced tea or lemonade. We had Sunday dinner at her house every Sunday and once when we decided to spend an extra night at our cabin on the river she sent the sheriff out to check on us, so we stopped what we were doing and headed out to grandma's house in Cynthiana, ate our dinner and then went back to the cabin. We did this for ten years and then we moved to Berea and I started hosting the holidays to take the burden off grandmother. We still went to grandmothers for Sunday dinners, but not every Sunday. The kids were involved in so many activities that it became harder to get away. You would have loved her, everybody did.
Jim Hatcher, the baby.
And here's grandmother's only son, born to her after she was 45 when she had lots of time to dote over him. His two older sisters were already married by the time he was born and one already had children older than her baby brother Jim. George & Mary Sue Hatcher had two daughters, Elizabeth and then ten years later Evelyn was born followed by Jim twenty years later.