Mary Hansen
Grandma's house….Although Grandpa and Grandma lived there, for some reason, I always thought of it as "Grandma's house." So many of my cherished memories are set at Grandma's house. My Grandpa, who proceeded her in death, had a vibrant presence, and she was the rock solid woman who supported him. They had lived in Lima, Peru, and traveled the world. As a child I knew her as the loving Grandma who sewed my cousin Tammy and me a trunk full of home made doll clothes; who made amazing holiday meals with tablecloths and full place settings; who would buy a whole flat of strawberries at the farmer's market (when my Mom would only buy a pint at the store!) ?? I can remember the quiet, or sometimes loud, laughter filled conversations as I stood on a stepstool and helped her load her portable dishwasher that we had lumbered over to the sink. I remember her and Grandpa showing up unannounced at my college dorm room because they had left Kansas on a driving trip and just thought they would drop in to see me in San Antonio. As an adult, every time I would go visit, I would take her out to lunch for a sweet time of reminiscing and sharing. She always encouraged me, always believed in me, always loved me. Thank you, Grandma.