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I had two grandmothers. I solely met my paternal grandmother, Alma Bessie Richmond) Seaver (1882-1962) one time, when she visited us in California in 1958, and I had little time along with her, however I used to be age 14. So I missed out on “figuring out” right here.
My maternal grandmother, Emily Kemp (Auble) Carringer (1899-1977) was in my life from the very starting. After my beginning in 1943, my father went into the U.S. Navy in 1944. My mom and I moved again into her mother and father dwelling at 2130 Fern Avenue in San Diego, and my grandmother “Gram” took care of me whereas my mom labored. She modified my diapers, fed me, clothed me, talked and sang to me, learn to me, noticed my first step, noticed my first potty, and plenty of extra occasions that I’m not conscious of. Briefly – she cherished me and cared for me. I knew that my complete life.
What I most bear in mind about Gram was Christmas Eves. Within the Nineteen Fifties, we spent Christmas Eve at my grandparents home on Level Loma as a result of that they had a chimney (for Santa!), an enormous hearth (room for presents), and their storage was the storage are earlier than Christmas for the presents from them and my mother and father (prying eyes of little boys!). There have been solely two bedrooms, so my brother and I bought certainly one of them. At bedtime on Christmas Eve, Gram would get us in our pajamas after which we’d sing Christmas Carols for awhile. She knew all of them and her mellifluous voice put us to sleep to dream of sugar plums, Davy Crocket coonskin hats, versatile flyers, bicycles, BB weapons, and rather more. There they have been on the fireside fireside on Christmas mornings, and we might exit and play with them on the road till breakfast, then extra present opening (garments, smaller toys, and so on.) after breakfast.
I’ve tears in my eyes remembering this candy, harmless and loving individual in my life. She had at all times been a Christian, and my grandfather was not (till his deathbed once I tried to minister to him within the hospital), and my mother and father didn’t apply any faith.
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