These are some of my favorite photos taken of a trip Jo and I made to Lyman a few years ago. Grandma's shop was in a ran - down old gas station. It was her pride and joy. A friend of hers, who was a self - proclaimed artist, decided to paint her van in some really strange hippy - like design. The funny thing, is that even the van was hideous, Grandma loved it. Someone had done it for her, and therefore, in her eyes, it was beautiful. This is the type of woman she was.
Some of my fondest memories of Grandma stem from the days or being a child. One story that Crystal and I love to laugh about, is the time my mom and dad won a trip to Hawaii. Grandma had been given the duty of looking after Crystal, Shaun and I for an entire week. She dropped our parents off at the airport and drove us home. At the time, of course, she was driving another sort of van. Grandma always needed a van to haul her loot home from the swap meet that weekend. Crystal and I were in the back seat and behind her. While at the airport, we had taken several of the baggage tickets to play with. While driving home, we got bored and found some straws. We got the bright idea of making spit wads with the baggage tickets and the straws. We began shooting them into Grandma’s hair. I am not sure at what point she realized what her two sneaky granddaughters were doing, but she just laughed along with us and never got upset. This is the kind of unconditional love I am talking about. And I am sure that each and every one of her children, grandchildren, and great – grandchildren knows exactly what I mean.
Quinton put it in the perfect words, we loved our pistol-packing, bull whippin' granny. There will never be another Betty Louise Mast Quigley again. We have to make the best to rememberthis amazing soul and ask that God make us nearly the person she was.
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I love that you guys are doing this, telling funny stories. And sharing your feelings. I think that is so important. Breaks my heart to read it, but it is so important for healing. Or coping. Whichever you call it.
What a van Janda!! I love what your Grandmother said about it. Your family are doing a great job with this love reading even though I cry a lot. Clydene
Thanks Whitey and Jo! It's been fun to put this blog together, even though it is heart breaking too. She was a wonderful woman and so colorful. Like the van. I sure do miss her.
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