My grandmother was a farm girl from Arkansas. Her parents died when she was ten from yellow fever and she went to live with an aunt. She grew up and became a school teacher and married another school teacher. They had four children and he went to work for the Worthen Bank in Little Rock where he was very highly thought of. She had everything: a loving family, a beautiful home with a huge garden, dogs and cats. But at thirty-six my grandfather died of a ruptured appendicitis. My grandmother and her four children went on. She built an apartment house that they moved to and all the kids went to good schools (my mother got a full scholarship to Barnard). But it must have taken a huge amount of inner strength to go through these experiences.
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