A Memory

Hello Everyone!

I have been thinking about my great-grandmother alot lately. Her name was Hilda Marie Engelage. Her husband was Herman Engelage. I don't remember him because he died many years before I came along. When we (Grandma Helen, Grandpa Shorty, Elvin, Dad and Mom and my siblings went to visit Grandma Hilda, she used to tell us stories about her life when she was a young girl. I was at the age where it didn't interest me to listen. Now that I am much older, I regret not listening to her. She grew up with horse and buggy and women always wore long dresses. When Grandma Hilda died, she was 101 years old. At the time, I did not understand why Grandma Helen was crying. I thought Grandma Hilda was just another person who had passed away. I did not realize she had been someone's mother.

Grandma Hilda spoke with a soft, quiet tone. I had a hard time hearing her. She had beautiful white hair that she always wore in a bun. There is only one time that I saw her with her hair down. It flowed all the way down her back. She had been brushing her hair. Another memory I have of her is sitting by an open window. It did not matter what time of the year it was. It may have been only ten minutes but it was the first thing she did every morning. It was her time for fresh air and talking with God.

Have a wonderful day!

Laurie 8)