I'm in Houston, where we just had a funeral for my Grandma Rose, who lived a wonderful and lively 96 years.
She was the valedictorian of her high school in Biloxi Mississippi and went to Sophie Newcomb college (now Tulane) on a full scholarship, where she graduated with degrees in chemistry and psychology. She had a great head for numbers, which made her the perfect person to run numbers for a bookie during the Depression.
She sewed all her own clothes because she couldn't afford to buy them, and later became a couture-level seamstress, making clothes for family and friends -- including a fabulous red skating costume trimmed with white fur which she made for me, her first grandchild.
She loved books as much as I do, and learned braille so she could put books into braille for the Lighthouse for the Blind. She also helped found the local public library in Pasadena, TX, where she lived with my grandpa. She loved dancing, and towards the end of her live she shook her booty as head cheerleader for the local Senior Cheerleaders.
And boy, could she bake killer biscuits. When we were kids, we would cut the last class of Sunday school at Temple and sneak across the street to her house. Grandma Rose would have prepared a huge Southern breakfast, with waffles, grits, biscuits, bacon, fruit, and OJ. I think when I get home to California I'll bake some biscuits in her honor.
She was the best grandma ever, and we all miss her.