Hello Blogland!! I hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend!! It’s certainly gorgeous here (70’s and low humidity-if only all of summer could be this way)
I’ve been kind of nostalgic with our daughter getting married recently. A little sad about those family members who have passed and couldn’t be there to celebrate with us. My dad, Julie’s Pop, passed away last October. Julie was his only granddaughter and the first of the grandkids to marry. He was so proud of her and looking forward to the wedding.
And how I wish my great-grandmother Annie would’ve been there. She passed in April 1994 just short of 105 years old. We were blessed that she had her mind until the end. She adored her only great-great granddaughter Julie. In fact, she gave Julie a rock crystal necklace and earrings that she received for her 18th birthday in 1907 to be worn on her wedding day. Julie wearing them made it like Annie was there, too.
Annie would’ve LOVED style blogs. She always was quite fashionable. She loved clothes and never dressed dowdy. She wore things I would wear as a 20+ year old young woman!
She decided she wanted something “trendy” for her 100th birthday in 1989. Floral blazers were a big thing and she informed me she wanted one that had a black background and lots of pastel colors. So off to the Carrolltowne Mall we went with Julie in the stroller! We found this jacket in the Junior’s Dept at Fashion Bug. The sales clerks got the biggest kick out of this little old lady shopping there. She had them all in stitches joking with them!
She had arranged for her funeral when she was in her 70’s and had two outfits chosen to be buried in. One for summer and one for winter. We used to agonize over what would happen if she passed in the spring or fall?? Which outfit should she be buried in? She decided if it was under 60 degrees in the spring/fall she would wear the winter outfit.
I used to take her out to the funeral home for viewings. Living in a small town-she would know almost everyone. It was a big social event. Once, when she was in her 90’s, we were out paying our respects when she ran into the funeral director. She had known him since he was an infant. He asked her how she was and she innocently looked up at him and said..
“Mo, I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t die soon.” says Annie so sweetly.
“Miss Annie, don’t say that!!” said funeral director Mo in a horrified voice.
“Mo, I’ve lived so long that the outfits I put aside to be buried in have gone out of style”. She then burst out laughing! She was quite the character and beloved by everyone who knew her!
Annie lived in a little apartment on her own until she was a month shy of 101 years old. A bout with pneumonia sent her to the nursing home to recuperate and she decided to stay. she broke her hip a couple of months later and was bedridden until she passed. She still was styling!! We would buy nice fancy nightgowns and I would split them up the back with tie ribbons like a hospital gown. It made it easy for the nurses to dress and care for her.
Aaahhh I miss her everyday. Thanks for indulging me and allowing me to share her with y’all.
Here I am in this weekend’s outfits:
I hope everyone has a wonderful evening and I’ll be back on Thursday!