Rest in Peace Meemaw

Today I went to a southern baptist funeral to honor quite a lady.  Meemaw, as she was lovingly called by so many, was a grandma of a friend of mine and her passing was sad, yet relieving because she had been so ill and was finally back with her husband of 70 years.  As in they were married for 70 whole years!

She lived pretty much all 92 of her years in the same 10 mile radius, a sweet little community called Webb that only people who have lived in my hometown for at least 20 years had even heard of.   She was a spitfire of a woman, who had pink hair and could cook about the meanest pie you ever ate. Her husband was Catholic and she wouldn't hear of it so each Sunday, they each went to their own church. She and her husband, Papoo as we called him, were married in 1940 and had built a house on a farm in 1946. They both remained in that house until the day they each passed.

Some of my favorite memories of Meemaw include:

-her 'buggy' aka a golf cart which she and Papoo used to drive around their farm and get to 'the cool spot,' a little hill on their land that caught the breeze.

-her cooking.  that woman was blessed from God for the things she could make.  Every last item that came from her kitchen contained bacon grease and you were thankful for it.

 -her sense of humor.  My friend got married on her farm and the day before the ceremony as we were setting out all of the white chairs she came out with her walker and declared, 'looks like we're having a revival!'  I always wanted to bring in a pad of paper when I would go visit because everything she said was hysterical.

-her voice.  She could quiet a room in no time.  I dropped by a few months ago and she looked up, saw me and yelled, 'WHERE YOU BEEN!'  And then she smiled and puckered up which meant you had best go and give her a kiss on the cheek.

-her marriage.  She and Papoo were quite the opposite.  She would sit and talk and talk and sass and sass and he would just sit there and smile.  I remember dropping by one day a few years back and I asked her how many years they had been married.  She loudly declared, '69! and I tell you what, I'm on my last lap with him!'

-her farm. I have had many shoots there and she was always willing to just let me walk around with my camera and see what I could get.  This is one of my favorites.

What a texas woman and what a good ole southern send-off she was given today.

Rest in peace sweet, sassy Meemaw.  I can only imagine the high ole time you are having with so many you loved.