October Memories and Family Legacy
October is my favorite month. I love the colors, the weather, the celebration. It is also the month my maternal grandmother was born. Today marks 84 years since she entered the world, legs first, in a small farmhouse in Yuma, Colorado. The youngest of four girls born to Paul Faunce Deifendorf and Elsie Root, her early years before the Depression shaped her work ethic, her ability to stretch a recipe, and the simplicity of her life.
Memories of My Grandmother
To be honest, I’m not certain what her true hair color is. When I was born she had jet black hair that gradually developed striking gray streaks. Mostly, I remember her as she is now, with a crown of beautiful white hair. At 4’8″ (though she claims a full five feet), she is dynamite in a small package.
When I was 17, we had a clash of wills in her kitchen. I sassed back after she said something I didn’t like. For a brief moment, I was certain time stood still in fear. I knew I had crossed a line.
I’ve tested her patience over the years. She watched me as an infant, and once, when I locked myself in her room, she had to fetch a ladder and climb through the window. Another time, I stopped an ice cream truck. At age three, I had hair nearly to my bottom. While she was distracted by the phone, I wrapped my hair with a comb until it stayed in place atop my head.
From a high chair, I watched her put up pickles and green beans, boil and starch my grandpa’s jeans, and we shared lemon wedges with salt on her orange Devan.
Charlotte the Great: A Family Legacy
My children call her Charlotte the Great. This title reflects not only her role in our family but also the essence of who she is.
These days, my Grandma works full-time at Wal-mart in the Girl’s Apparel Department. On her days off, we spend time together at my kitchen table, catching up on our past and inventing our future. She is truly my best friend.
Lessons in Strength and Caregiving
A few years ago, Grandma faced tremendous stress after losing her youngest daughter and caring for my 15-year-old cousin. During this time, her health and mental clarity began to waver. I spent months supporting her through appointments, grocery runs, and daily care while coordinating with my mother and cousin.
Caring for a loved one is difficult. Exhaustion and emotional strain were constant companions, but I learned the importance of communication and understanding what matters most to her. Through these challenges, we strengthened our bond and planned for her future needs.
Grandma once said, “When I die, know that you aren’t getting anything. I have nothing to leave behind.” Tears filled my eyes as I replied, “When you die, I will have lost the greatest gift ever given to me…YOU!”