This is Granny H., Will’s great-grandmother. I have no idea when this picture was taken. She passed away about 7 years ago and was 110. I have never met another person like her and, honestly, I don’t think I ever will. Her stories were so interesting. She told us about the Indians in Oklahoma and traveling in their wagon. She couldn’t see a thing, but always knew when Will was there. She always said he had pretty legs. heh. One thing she just could not understand was why we didn’t have chickens. It was tough to explain it, but after our last visit to Oklahoma to see her, I came home and bought a chicken – he’s porcelain and sits on top of my refrigerator. Every time we look at it, we think about Granny.

Ok, so it’s not wordless…

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