Sassy, sweet and not afraid to work her hands to the bone. The epitome of love in action is how I would describe her.
Her sass gave her the ability to walk through some of life’s most difficulties and the ability to raise seven children
Her sweetness gave her the ability to dote on and love her grandchildren and great grands.
Her hard work ethic gave her the ability to always provide for her family. While she didn’t work outside the home; her hard work was done in the home. She was a green thumb when it came to gardening and fabulous cook. She could whip up a meal in no time flat. She could quilt, mend, and make her own clothes. Truly, she could do just about anything but drive
Life would throw her some curve balls so she had to be able to handle them.
My grandfather joined the Navy during World War II and left her and four young boys behind. She told me, “Every day I would get those boys up before dawn and take them outside to help me.”
She knew the pain of having a still born but she knew the joy of having a quiver full. However, I believe one of her most difficult trials came when my daddy died. Often she would say to me, “I never thought I would have to bury a child. I always thought I would go first. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to watch.”
She would tell me about the pain and agony he was in and how it broke her heart to see him that way. But she was quick to always say, “The smile never left his face.”
She knew the heartache of losing her beloved. Grandpa died unexpectedly of a stroke in 1991 and she would live as a widow for the next 18 years.
She knew the joy of grandchildren. She had nineteen. She loved us all well. She enjoyed having us in bunches or individually. She didn’t care how many or how few. In her mind there was always room for one more.
She even had the privilege of knowing most of her great grandchildren!
Oh, how I loved her and spending time with her. If I would call her ahead of time , she would always cook a pot of green beans for me. She knew they were my favorite. If I didn’t call and just showed up; she’d rummage around in the basement and bring up a quart or two of green beans and insist I stay and eat. I didn’t refuse because one thing about having Reese blood, food is an essential. Besides that was her way to expressing love. She always had more than enough to feed everyone at the table.
Today is her special day! It’s the day of her birth! She celebrates in heaven and I’ll celebrate her on earth. Happy birthday, Grandma!
Sallie Clark Reese April 15, 1916-August 17,2009