Talk about a lady and a legend. Our great-grandmother Mary – Little Granny – lived a life it’s hard for us to even fathom.
The oldest child and only girl, Mary was thrust into the maternal role as a preteen with the untimely death of her mother, essentially raising her younger brothers. We are fortunate enough to have some letters of hers that tell of their log cabin lifestyle – of stuffing cotton in the cracks to cut the winter wind, of hiding soldiers beneath the porch, of tending to the fields and her family. There are stories of small-town Saturday night dances and her beloved horse with a mind of its own. It is fascinating to have these pieces which paint a portrait of Mary as a young girl and adolescent, before we knew her, before she taught us to sew and embroider, before she made our school clothes, before she became our Little Granny.
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