Grannies
Mary Liza Jones, 1916-1993
and
Ada Duggar, 1906-1991
One of the problems with getting older is that you start to lose things you'd rather keep. Growing up, we had many Mamaws and Grannys, but they're starting to get scarce. Granny Jones, a stooped, raspy-voiced woman who had the distinction of never having heard a complete sermon in ten years, died the other day.
There's one thing about her that reminds you of another one of our grannys, Ada Duggar. For either of them it was very difficult to find any tears to shed because they shed so few themselves. What you found in their eyes was the sparkle of a quick and light-hearted wit.
When you think of Granny Jones or Granny Duggar, you don't have much time to miss them very much because you're usually too busy remembering a story about something that they did or said, something that brought out Ada's infectious laughter or the mischievous twinkle and glow of Lize's face.
How can you be sad for long when thinking about two long lives so filled with life? And these are two lives that haven't completely left us, because we can still hear Ada's laugh in Dan's voice and we can see Lize's sparkle in Pam's face. We can know that our community is still well and secure as long as the generations past and passing keep leaving us with gifts like those.
