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MEMORIES
OF MY GRANDMOTHER |
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Tribute
to Grandmother, - Dorothy Emily Bissell Williams Lawhon, 1909-1973 My Grandmother was the only grandparent that we had. She was my mother's mother and she was the sweetest person that I ever knew. She was about 5' 1" tall and nearly as round as she was tall. I loved hugging my grandmother because she was so soft. She loved all of us. Her only child was my mother, but she had plenty of grandchildren. I can remember some of when she was working in a state home as a Licensed Vocational Nurse in Gainesville. It was a reform school for girls. I remember going there once with my family. She didn't have much time to visit with us because she was on her meal break. But I didn't care where she was as long as I got to see her. She and my step-grandfather, Asa Williams also worked for the Texas Youth Council for Boys. That was in Gatesville, Texas and that was before we ever lived here. I can remember going there to visit them. The house that they stayed in on the premises is still there and still in use. She had been married to Asa's brother, Calvin, and he was Mom's father. Grandmother was married a third time to a man that I considered my grandfather. His name is Herschel C. Lawhon and he was really good to my grandmother and he was the only one that ever treated her like she should have been treated all her adult life. But she was always happy to see us and from the time I was about 10 years Old, I spent anywhere from 2 to 4 weeks at a time with grandmother in Elgin, Texas in the summertime, where Herschel still lives. I loved my grandmother so much that up until I was a teen, I still cried when we had to leave to go home. While living in Elgin, Grandmother and Herschel worked for the Travis State School for Boys, which was a home for retarded and impaired children. They worked there for a long time and both retired within a few years of each other. My grandmother died in April in the Elgin Hospital of a massive coronary. She was in the hospital for treatment of an enlarged heart, and she was to go home on Friday but had a fatal heart attack that Wednesday. The hardest thing that I ever had to do was call my mother in Fort Worth and tell her what had happened. I was 23 years old. I was there to help Herschel because I wasn't working at that time, so I went to stay. It was a hard time for me and there are times even now that I miss my little grandmother very much. All I can say is "Grandmother, I still love you.” |
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