Sorry for your lost! Thanks for keeping me inform. I'm one of Rachel Tribble  grandson living in th tidewater area of virginia.

I wanted to share my memories of grandma. There are a lifetime of memories - but here are some.


Grandma always came to see me where ever I was. When I was a toddler she came to New Mexico to visit mom, daddy, and me.  I remember this more from photos, but do remember grandma giving me a bath in a tub in the living room (only room) of the house.  When I was grown and out of college living in LA, grandma and Papa came to visit me after a very serious illness. When I moved to New York grandma and Papa came to visit me.  She always arrived right when I needed her most.



I remember spending every Friday night at grandmas when Becca and I were little.  We would come soon after school.  When grandma got home and changed into her house clothes, she would stand over the heater in the living room with the heat filling her housedress and ask us about our day, our week.  We would then eat late dinner - I always prayed for her fried chicken, which she makes better than anyone. Sat. morning was Soul Train and chores with the aunties (Marlene & Linda).  This was every weekend as a child.  When we got older we stopped coming on Fridays - busy with things I guess.  But In high school I picked wed. night (it would not compete with my Friday night plans) to spend at Grandmas.  We would catch up and hang out.  I remember the cod liver oil during this time.  Now I know that this was a great homeopathic remedy (because I was always sick) but I did not care for it then.



Grandma always took notice of my wasteline!  "Oooh looks like you are puting on some weight!"   When I was getting fat.  "Oooh your arms are too thin you need to eat"  when I was getting too skinny.  There were some times that I was just right - I can only guess because she did not comment.



I like to cook and wanted grandma to teach me how to do two dishes - her fried chicken and her sweet potato pie.  Grandma never believed that I could cook because I never cooked in her house (why would I - can’t compete with grandma) But I did want to learn how she cooked.  After the first lesson I knew that I would never get it.  There is no recipe!  Just add this and that and cook it.  I gave up on the fried chicken long ago.  But to this day I still try and make the sweet potato pie.  I have come close a couple of times but mostly fails (ask Tom - he wont even try them anymore).



I moved away at 18 and did not see grandma as much but we were always in contact.  We spoke on the phone often.  She always knew what was going on in my life and I knew what going on in hers.  She kept me up to date with the family and how everyone was.  We had more time to catch up when I came home to visit. 



In the more recent years my happiest moments were when grandma could meet Grace and Georgia.  I am grateful that she knew them and that they knew her.  



I am grateful that I got to be at grandma’s last family reunion.



I wanted to move home from New York because grandma’s health was not good.  We did, and I am grateful.



I came to visit grandma one day before she broke her hip.  She was already in and out of talking, so you never knew from day to day.  Papa told me she was lying in her bed.  I came into the room and she was lying across the bed.  I crawled up onto the bed across from her (like when I was little) face to face - and we talked and talked and talked. This was my last full conversation with grandma.  I will remember and cherish always.




 

I love you grandma
selina