She was...

...a beautiful woman. Her skin was like porcelain, no wrinkles...simply the lines of life. She never left home without her rouge and lipstick, key ingredients to brighten a face.

She was private. Her childhood to adulthood, if you didn't ask questions, she didn't tell you and even then she would say, "you ask too many questions."

She was simple. Big parties, fancy cars and diamond rings...not her style. It was the little things that came from the heart that meant the most.

She was creative. If it was broke, she would fix it. If it was ugly, she would make it pretty. Nothing went unused or untouched in her house.

She was always in control. She had lists written daily from what was on sale at the grocery, what to say on the phone, to what to wear the next day.

She loved the garden. Pink roses made her smile.

She was my Mammaw. She taught me Chinese Checkers, the books of the Bible and my love for Strawberry Pie.

Roberta Sosby Crawford

1928-2009