Ellen was the youngest of 7 children. Her parents, William James McCormick[1856-1931] and Nellie Lloyd[1859-1932] are buried in Northwood Cemetery. Ellen loved family. She was very devoted to her husband, son, 5 grandchildren and 6 great grandchildren. She is missed very much. I had a lot of respect for her. Every Christmas she and my Grandfather would make tons of cookies and give them to neighbors, church members, friends and family. She continued the tradition after Grandpop died suddenly in July of 1967. Ellen also knitted many afghans, hats, gloves, shawls and baby outfits and gave them to whomever needed one. She made all her dresses herself. She kept her shoes in pristine condition. She knew the value of a dollar. She was generous, smart, fair, a hard worker and never complained.
We all miss her cooking. From her lemon curd, vanilla wafers, crispy chocolate chip cookies, cinnamon coffee cake, birthday cakes - strawberry and German chocolate, strawberry fluff, pepper hash, German potato salad and veal cutlets.
At Christmas time we all got a gift from her and a $100. bill. That was a lot of money for a little kid in the 1960's. We all put the money in the bank for the future. She seemed to know we wouldn't waste it. Ellen grew up poor in Kensington and earned everything she had from hard work and saving money.
I have carried on her habit of listening to talk radio and falling asleep to the radio playing. Ellen always was up on the latest political happenings locally and in Washington.
Every Friday Ellen would walk across the street in her Mayfair neighborhood and get her hair done for the week. So Saturday and Sunday when she saw family and went to church her hair was perfect. Appearances were important to her as they should be to everyone. Ellen always wore a dress, never owned a pair of pants. Even when she did her yard work she had on her casual dress.
She never drive a car. For years she would walk up to Frankford Ave. and do all her shopping. Back in the 1940's to the 1980's it was safe to walk and shop in her Mayfair neighborhood. After my Grandfather died my father or one of her 5 grandkids would gladly pick her up things that she needed which she couldn't get within walking distance. Every Saturday one of us would drive the 30 minute ride to pick her up and bring her to our house for the day. Sometimes she would stay overnight which us kids loved.
I wish I could hold her hand one more time and say I love you and thank you Gram.
We all miss her cooking. From her lemon curd, vanilla wafers, crispy chocolate chip cookies, cinnamon coffee cake, birthday cakes - strawberry and German chocolate, strawberry fluff, pepper hash, German potato salad and veal cutlets.
At Christmas time we all got a gift from her and a $100. bill. That was a lot of money for a little kid in the 1960's. We all put the money in the bank for the future. She seemed to know we wouldn't waste it. Ellen grew up poor in Kensington and earned everything she had from hard work and saving money.
I have carried on her habit of listening to talk radio and falling asleep to the radio playing. Ellen always was up on the latest political happenings locally and in Washington.
Every Friday Ellen would walk across the street in her Mayfair neighborhood and get her hair done for the week. So Saturday and Sunday when she saw family and went to church her hair was perfect. Appearances were important to her as they should be to everyone. Ellen always wore a dress, never owned a pair of pants. Even when she did her yard work she had on her casual dress.
She never drive a car. For years she would walk up to Frankford Ave. and do all her shopping. Back in the 1940's to the 1980's it was safe to walk and shop in her Mayfair neighborhood. After my Grandfather died my father or one of her 5 grandkids would gladly pick her up things that she needed which she couldn't get within walking distance. Every Saturday one of us would drive the 30 minute ride to pick her up and bring her to our house for the day. Sometimes she would stay overnight which us kids loved.
I wish I could hold her hand one more time and say I love you and thank you Gram.
Ellen was the youngest of 7 children. Her parents, William James McCormick[1856-1931] and Nellie Lloyd[1859-1932] are buried in Northwood Cemetery. Ellen loved family. She was very devoted to her husband, son, 5 grandchildren and 6 great grandchildren. She is missed very much. I had a lot of respect for her. Every Christmas she and my Grandfather would make tons of cookies and give them to neighbors, church members, friends and family. She continued the tradition after Grandpop died suddenly in July of 1967. Ellen also knitted many afghans, hats, gloves, shawls and baby outfits and gave them to whomever needed one. She made all her dresses herself. She kept her shoes in pristine condition. She knew the value of a dollar. She was generous, smart, fair, a hard worker and never complained.
We all miss her cooking. From her lemon curd, vanilla wafers, crispy chocolate chip cookies, cinnamon coffee cake, birthday cakes - strawberry and German chocolate, strawberry fluff, pepper hash, German potato salad and veal cutlets.
At Christmas time we all got a gift from her and a $100. bill. That was a lot of money for a little kid in the 1960's. We all put the money in the bank for the future. She seemed to know we wouldn't waste it. Ellen grew up poor in Kensington and earned everything she had from hard work and saving money.
I have carried on her habit of listening to talk radio and falling asleep to the radio playing. Ellen always was up on the latest political happenings locally and in Washington.
Every Friday Ellen would walk across the street in her Mayfair neighborhood and get her hair done for the week. So Saturday and Sunday when she saw family and went to church her hair was perfect. Appearances were important to her as they should be to everyone. Ellen always wore a dress, never owned a pair of pants. Even when she did her yard work she had on her casual dress.
She never drive a car. For years she would walk up to Frankford Ave. and do all her shopping. Back in the 1940's to the 1980's it was safe to walk and shop in her Mayfair neighborhood. After my Grandfather died my father or one of her 5 grandkids would gladly pick her up things that she needed which she couldn't get within walking distance. Every Saturday one of us would drive the 30 minute ride to pick her up and bring her to our house for the day. Sometimes she would stay overnight which us kids loved.
I wish I could hold her hand one more time and say I love you and thank you Gram.
We all miss her cooking. From her lemon curd, vanilla wafers, crispy chocolate chip cookies, cinnamon coffee cake, birthday cakes - strawberry and German chocolate, strawberry fluff, pepper hash, German potato salad and veal cutlets.
At Christmas time we all got a gift from her and a $100. bill. That was a lot of money for a little kid in the 1960's. We all put the money in the bank for the future. She seemed to know we wouldn't waste it. Ellen grew up poor in Kensington and earned everything she had from hard work and saving money.
I have carried on her habit of listening to talk radio and falling asleep to the radio playing. Ellen always was up on the latest political happenings locally and in Washington.
Every Friday Ellen would walk across the street in her Mayfair neighborhood and get her hair done for the week. So Saturday and Sunday when she saw family and went to church her hair was perfect. Appearances were important to her as they should be to everyone. Ellen always wore a dress, never owned a pair of pants. Even when she did her yard work she had on her casual dress.
She never drive a car. For years she would walk up to Frankford Ave. and do all her shopping. Back in the 1940's to the 1980's it was safe to walk and shop in her Mayfair neighborhood. After my Grandfather died my father or one of her 5 grandkids would gladly pick her up things that she needed which she couldn't get within walking distance. Every Saturday one of us would drive the 30 minute ride to pick her up and bring her to our house for the day. Sometimes she would stay overnight which us kids loved.
I wish I could hold her hand one more time and say I love you and thank you Gram.
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