My grandma, my mother’s mother, lived to 93. Almost her entire adult life was spent in Eureka, California living in a converted chicken coop, growing her own vegetables, feeding her chickens, looking after her goats and tending to her flower garden. The healthy organic living that’s so fashionable today was a way of life for her. She didn’t adopt that lifestyle, it was just the way things were. She had a wood burning stove that she cooked on, a well that she drank from and her grey water was recycled back into her gardens.
She was a woman of few words, and honestly scared me a bit when I was little. Her way of life was just so foreign to me as a child, void of all the conveniences I’d grown use to. But as I got older, my respect for her grew. I have memories of stuffing my face with fresh ripe plums from her fruit trees, eating them like candy, and making mud pies with my brother out on the road to amuse ourselves.
Attached is one of the last photos taken of her a few years before she passed. She was a unique and very special lady. She is missed.