My mother's mother was Lou . She was a very warm simple woman. Very religious. Overnight at her house and you were required to kneel and say the rosary before bed. I don't think it did me any harm. She was a farmer and seldom did I see her or my grandfather Bill away from the farm. They had a car until their later years, but everything the needed was within a few miles. They were surrounded by family and fiends. Church important in her life, was a mile down the road in the small village.
My most vivid memory of my grandmother was one of the few times she came to the city. She took my younger brother and I to the movies. It was during World War 11 and the movie was "The Fighting Sullivan's". It told the story of four brothers who shipped out on the same Navy vessel to fight against Japan.
Their ship was sunk by enemy fire and the brothers gave up their spot in the lifeboat to others. the climax saw the brothers on the fantail, praying, as the ship slipped into the deep. My grandmother took a rosary from her purse and began to pray silently ,tears running down her cheeks. She still had sons in harms way .
I never forgot the day. We never went to another movie together and I believe it was the last time I saw her in town. She died in her early sixties and left my grandfather alone for the next 25 years,
She had the most wonderful kitchen producing the worlds best apple pie and fresh bread.
