Friday, October 20, 2017

Tami Cubillas ‎Axsom Family Group: Up close shot of Molly Mullins (Grandma Boyd's sister - left) and Great Great Grandma Boyd on the right. — with Grandma Boyd.

Tami Cubillas From Roy: This lady is Molly Mullins, better known as Aunt Molly, by everyone. There was a door between Grandma's kitchen and her living/bedroom, also both had a door to the covered front porch. We children liked to go over to see her as she would visit with us. (Dad wasn't pleased with some of her questions and our openness to answer---he said she was nosy.) I can picture her, long yellow fingernails, yellow gray hair, a wide gold wedding band, her false teeth clacked and sometimes whistled when she talked, round gold rimmed glasses, a hearing aid with a twisted cord that ran from her upper apron pocket where the battery pack was, always a long sleeved dress maybe a foot above her ankles, always long stockings, black laced shoes with a stocky maybe two inch heel, many times a smock, always sitting in her rocking chair and usually rocking. When we were at Grandma's , we were supposed to sit quietly, and there was so much time when only the ticking of the wind-up clock broke the silence. Grandma toyed with her hearing aid a lot and it would squeal, when she turned it too loud. She had a horsehair stuffed sofa, a Murphy bed, her bed, a stove, her dresser, a small table in front of one window, and I think some kind of bookcase in her front room. We always referred to the living room as the front room in homes. Both she and Aunt Molly had two rooms and a pantry room. today we would call it a duplex. Grandma would sit in her small low armless sewing rocker with her hands folded, sometimes twiddling her thumbs, the chair lightly squeaking as she rocked. She wore her hair tightly combed back into a bun. Aunt Molly had thicker hair, and made it puff more, also into a bun. I loved watching these two ladies as well as Grandma Daisy brush their long tresses. They would stand leaning over and brush their hair over the front , finally gathering it together into a bun. I remember Grandma Daisy making a braid which she twisted into a bun on the top of her head. Her hair was pretty, as the dark and light gray striped together. She had beautiful eyes, although they always looked sad. My grandmas had gray hair as long as I can remember, and their aprons could wipe tears from our eyes, wrap around us to warm us, clean a dirty face, a snotty nose, brush off a skinned knee, carry eggs, baby chicks, garden produce, a clean apron could quickly hide a soiled dress when unexpected visitors arrived, carry jars,or produce from the cellar, be pulled up around one's shoulders as a shawl, carry a baby when taking food or drink to a hungry husband in the field, ward off mosquitoes when pulling it up to cover arms and etc. Eve should have had one in the garden, the uses are endless,and we rarely see them used anymore.

B): Great Grandpa Johnnie Axsom and Great Grandma Daisy F): Noma "VI", Nona, Alfred, Anna

I was added to a Facebook Axsom group and have found some amazing family pictures!

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

today's been four years....

Brenda: When I think of my dad, this is how I fondly remember him. Always making time for his grandkids when they came to visit. 4 years gone, but the love is still strong. ❤
Katie: another year went by... I miss ya. 💗
Lisa: Making dinner, zoned out and reflecting on what all has changed since Dad passed away 4 years ago today. Managed to hit the inside of the oven door with my wrist, then just stared at it a few seconds before thinking to move. I'm sure I'll have a mark tomorrow. I'm also sure the Half Rock Pollock, if he were still around, would have some snide, yet funny and insightful, comment after he heard about the incident. He always did. I miss the old fart. :-)
deb: I'd like to think this is how my dad is spending all his days now...miss you. 💗

Monday, October 16, 2017

yesterday Zerelda met her Great Great Grandma Marie.

today Marie is having partial hip replacement surgery after a fall. Kevin doesn't want this on facebook. (I found out my aunt AND my Grandma died on facebook.....)this breaks my heart. how can a 97 year old woman (98 next month) do physical therapy? but if anyone can do it, it is Grandma Marie. yesterday she told me about her father, a tall, handsome man. He was 6' with coal black hair and blue eyes. He was Irish. He helped with the children, which men didn't do back then. They had a family of 9. 7 girls, 2 boys. Her father always helped her mother, he told her he'd 'take a handful of children.' Once when Marie was sick, she cried and cried and cried for her father, who was out in the barn. someone went to get him, he came in, comforted Marie, and when all was well, returned to his work in the barn. I am glad she has these happy memories and that she is still able to share them.
Kevin's Grandma is so important to him. he was never close to his mother, but him and Grandma were tight. today is his day off, he had a mandatory meeting to go to, then was going to the hospital to wait with his dad.
Grandma kept asking if Zerelda was a girl or a boy. how old? 9 months? 11 months? she thought she was a fine baby, a real sweetheart, with a strong grip. and she thanked us for coming to see her with this baby.