Happy Birthday dear G'ma. You hit the history books being 125 years old today. I can't imagine what the world was like the day you were born. I have a picture of your family and you were all dressed in beautiful attire. I would have loved to have lived in your time, but I am also grateful for the time period I have lived. I know you had tough times, but I have no doubt you were as strong then as you were when I knew and loved you. Remember when we were visiting and it started to rain, you went to the bathroom and I didn't want all your dresses that were hanging on the clothesline to get wet. It started to pour, but I ran and grabbed the dresses then ran back to the house. I laid them out on that spare bed so they could dry out. Somewhat later you walked past the door to that room and saw the dresses and asked where they came from. I told you I had gotten them so they wouldn't get wet. You said "Lord have mercy!!" those aren't my dresses, they belong to the women who live in the apartments behind your house, the ladies just use your clothesline. I had to run out and hang them up again. I admit I had to really laugh about that, I know you did too. I miss you G'ma, I wish I could have done things differently for you, I wish you could have come to live with me, I wish you knew how very much I love you. RIP G'ma, you are always in my thought and in my heart. Love, Sharon