My grandmother passed away this week. I’m lucky. I had forty years with her, and the chance to interview her about her mother and her life.
She had a pretty impressive life. I know she didn’t think so, but I’ve always been proud to be her granddaughter. Not only was she a WAC in World War II, but she reached the rank of First Lieutenant, and went over to Europe after the war to help with the cleanup, where she met my grandfather, who was doing the same.
The two had four great kids together, and those kids between them had six children, and my grandmother was even lucky to live long enough to meet two of her great-grandchildren.
She died Tuesday afternoon, surrounded by family. And I know now that she is at peace. I miss her very much.
So I just want to share a selection of pictures of my beautiful, amazing grandmother.
Maggie with her parents Oline and Holger:
Maggie at home—the outfit was made by her mother, the house was made by her father:
Maggie and her sister and brother:
Maggie in the army:
Maggie and her sister:
Sam and Maggie:
Sunbathing with their firstborn (my dad)
Maggie and her second-born:
A link to my sister's post about Maggie.