I Loved My Grandmother - her name was Maggie

My paternal grandmother was born in 1900 and died in 1969. I was very close to her and remember her very well. I have so many wonderful memories of her, the things we did, the trips we took and her kindness and goodness. She inspired me with her work ethic, her love for her church, her love for her family and her ability to always be there for everyone and make it appear to be without effort. I loved her very much. When she died, a part of me died too. I was 21 years old. She was born in Georgia and she left her home and family when she married my grandfather and came to North Carolina. I know she must have missed them terribly because she only went back to Georgia occasionally due to work, family and responsibility. She and my grandfather had one son, my dad (1924-2001). She is on the left in the photo above. This was made about 1940. Life moves on.........