My Grandmother was born in a half dugout on a hardscrabble homestead on the Llano Estacado and she said they would have starved out if not for Jack rabbits and green tumble weeds,

She passed away two years ago at 102 years of age in her own home with me, my wife and her great grand daughter looking after her.

She was spry until about 6 weeks before she died. She ate a half rack of pork ribs 6 weeks before she died and a bate of cornbread dressing 2 weeks before she passed. I can't think of a better way to go out of this world than she did.

We will not see the likes of people like her again.

Last edited by postoak; 03/12/19 10:49 PM.
Mine's a tale that can't be told, my freedom I hold dear.