My little gramma Flora was the best!! She was a gentle and loving person who lived with our family while my siblings and I were growing up. She did a lot of the caring for us, and a lot of the cooking and gardening. She worked like a man most of her life, even when she became fairly old until she just could not go any longer. She taught me to sew by hand at an early age, something which I still do and when I quilt as well. I am still using many of her recipes and especially the one for her pie crust. She had a restaurant in Indianapolis, a lunch counter arrangement, she would get up at the crack of dawn, make the pies and then she and my grandfather would take them to INDY, she was famous for her good pie and there was never a piece of it left to take home. She was raised on farms, in Ohio and then went with her family to Grainfield, Kansas where her father was a farmer. Her mother soon became very ill and she and her sister Stella assumed many of their mothers duties after she died. Some of her siblings were not completley grown. Her father depended upon her. In several photos his love for her and his other children is very evident. My grandfather Ed Boyer went to Grainfield as a single man with his cousin to start a reeving business and became partners with her twin brothers in the Twin Brothers Reeving Business, so I assume she became interested in him at that time. They married there. They then came back to Indiana and after a few tries at several things my grandfather settled on Thorntown where his parents were living and a brother. They bought a home there and set up a business of selling chicks and eggs. Their hatchery was in the uptown of Thorntown. Gram was only able to have one child and that was my mother Ruth. Gram was a joy to have in our home. She bought the children, I was one of them a piano with an inheritance and would sit with us to practice every day after school. She always had something good cooking, she canned jelly and lots of other good things. She just knew how to do it all because she had been trained by a mother who must have taught her all these talents. And I learned them from her. To say I miss her is a gross under statement. There was just no one like her to me.
Gramma saw a lot of changes in her lifetime, we heard stories of riding in horse drawn buggies, and she lived to fly to Kansas to see her sister. I loved her so much.