This week would have been my Grandmother's 121st birthday. She left this world almost 2 decades ago but I still miss her.
We called her Mema. I take credit for christening her with that name. I was the first grandchild and my baby brain could not form Grandma. So she became Mema and it stuck for all eternity. All 6 grandchildren called her Mema.
She was a brave woman - she emigrated to this country by ship at the young age of 17. Married, worked most of her life as a great seamstress. She was ahead of her time. Her husband was very ill and hospitalized for many years before he died so she raised her children alone. She lived through 2 world wars, and the Great Depression. I never fully appreciated her when she was alive but I am proud that her blood runs through my veins. I have been told I resemble her, in more ways than one.
