This is is my wonderful grandmother. She was the third child of Earl and Sue Lock Lindsey. She did her elementary and high school education in Shuqualak, Mississippi.
In the early thirties she moved with her family to Chicago where she renewed a previous acquaintance with Milton Hudson, a young man also from Shuqualak who had come to Chicago previously. Shortly after, they married and became loving parents to five boys. They adored each other and it was a happy marriage.
She was very nurturing and loving presence in the life of her family. Everyone called her "Ma" even if they were a niece, nephew or neighbor. Family and friends came to her for advise on how to deal with sick kids with her home remedies that always worked.
What had impressed me most about my grandmother was that she was a very unpretentious country woman who didn't put on airs. Though on special occasions did she use cosmetics, she otherwise had little use for it. And she talked to us kids as she would speak to an adult. As a little boy, I had made the faux pas of asking her how old she was. At the time it was a big no-no to ask an adult that question. But she actually answered it--very straightforward and matter of fact.
She had a fun and mischievious sense of humor. Sometimes she would scare the bejesus out of us kids when she would open the door or come around the corner wearing an ugly rubber face mask. One day when I was six and my brother was 5, we spent the weekend over my grandparents home and one morning before everyone was up, my brother and I got up early and started making a lot of noise. My grandmother, wearing only a brassiere and a slip got up and poked her head out from the bedroom door and we immediately ran up asking what was for breakfast. She grabbed her brassiere and a breast fell out of the cup and told us if we didn't quiet down and let grandpa sleep, we were going to take our breakfast from that! We were so in shock (and very amused at the same time). We didn't utter another word! She didn't have to yell or raise her voice--she knew how to handle little boys. She was the glue that held the family together. She is sorely missed.
A thank you from the bottom of my heart to Moni♥Jende for her kind and generous sponsorship of my beloved grandmother Jackie.
In the early thirties she moved with her family to Chicago where she renewed a previous acquaintance with Milton Hudson, a young man also from Shuqualak who had come to Chicago previously. Shortly after, they married and became loving parents to five boys. They adored each other and it was a happy marriage.
She was very nurturing and loving presence in the life of her family. Everyone called her "Ma" even if they were a niece, nephew or neighbor. Family and friends came to her for advise on how to deal with sick kids with her home remedies that always worked.
What had impressed me most about my grandmother was that she was a very unpretentious country woman who didn't put on airs. Though on special occasions did she use cosmetics, she otherwise had little use for it. And she talked to us kids as she would speak to an adult. As a little boy, I had made the faux pas of asking her how old she was. At the time it was a big no-no to ask an adult that question. But she actually answered it--very straightforward and matter of fact.
She had a fun and mischievious sense of humor. Sometimes she would scare the bejesus out of us kids when she would open the door or come around the corner wearing an ugly rubber face mask. One day when I was six and my brother was 5, we spent the weekend over my grandparents home and one morning before everyone was up, my brother and I got up early and started making a lot of noise. My grandmother, wearing only a brassiere and a slip got up and poked her head out from the bedroom door and we immediately ran up asking what was for breakfast. She grabbed her brassiere and a breast fell out of the cup and told us if we didn't quiet down and let grandpa sleep, we were going to take our breakfast from that! We were so in shock (and very amused at the same time). We didn't utter another word! She didn't have to yell or raise her voice--she knew how to handle little boys. She was the glue that held the family together. She is sorely missed.
A thank you from the bottom of my heart to Moni♥Jende for her kind and generous sponsorship of my beloved grandmother Jackie.
This is is my wonderful grandmother. She was the third child of Earl and Sue Lock Lindsey. She did her elementary and high school education in Shuqualak, Mississippi.
In the early thirties she moved with her family to Chicago where she renewed a previous acquaintance with Milton Hudson, a young man also from Shuqualak who had come to Chicago previously. Shortly after, they married and became loving parents to five boys. They adored each other and it was a happy marriage.
She was very nurturing and loving presence in the life of her family. Everyone called her "Ma" even if they were a niece, nephew or neighbor. Family and friends came to her for advise on how to deal with sick kids with her home remedies that always worked.
What had impressed me most about my grandmother was that she was a very unpretentious country woman who didn't put on airs. Though on special occasions did she use cosmetics, she otherwise had little use for it. And she talked to us kids as she would speak to an adult. As a little boy, I had made the faux pas of asking her how old she was. At the time it was a big no-no to ask an adult that question. But she actually answered it--very straightforward and matter of fact.
She had a fun and mischievious sense of humor. Sometimes she would scare the bejesus out of us kids when she would open the door or come around the corner wearing an ugly rubber face mask. One day when I was six and my brother was 5, we spent the weekend over my grandparents home and one morning before everyone was up, my brother and I got up early and started making a lot of noise. My grandmother, wearing only a brassiere and a slip got up and poked her head out from the bedroom door and we immediately ran up asking what was for breakfast. She grabbed her brassiere and a breast fell out of the cup and told us if we didn't quiet down and let grandpa sleep, we were going to take our breakfast from that! We were so in shock (and very amused at the same time). We didn't utter another word! She didn't have to yell or raise her voice--she knew how to handle little boys. She was the glue that held the family together. She is sorely missed.
A thank you from the bottom of my heart to Moni♥Jende for her kind and generous sponsorship of my beloved grandmother Jackie.
In the early thirties she moved with her family to Chicago where she renewed a previous acquaintance with Milton Hudson, a young man also from Shuqualak who had come to Chicago previously. Shortly after, they married and became loving parents to five boys. They adored each other and it was a happy marriage.
She was very nurturing and loving presence in the life of her family. Everyone called her "Ma" even if they were a niece, nephew or neighbor. Family and friends came to her for advise on how to deal with sick kids with her home remedies that always worked.
What had impressed me most about my grandmother was that she was a very unpretentious country woman who didn't put on airs. Though on special occasions did she use cosmetics, she otherwise had little use for it. And she talked to us kids as she would speak to an adult. As a little boy, I had made the faux pas of asking her how old she was. At the time it was a big no-no to ask an adult that question. But she actually answered it--very straightforward and matter of fact.
She had a fun and mischievious sense of humor. Sometimes she would scare the bejesus out of us kids when she would open the door or come around the corner wearing an ugly rubber face mask. One day when I was six and my brother was 5, we spent the weekend over my grandparents home and one morning before everyone was up, my brother and I got up early and started making a lot of noise. My grandmother, wearing only a brassiere and a slip got up and poked her head out from the bedroom door and we immediately ran up asking what was for breakfast. She grabbed her brassiere and a breast fell out of the cup and told us if we didn't quiet down and let grandpa sleep, we were going to take our breakfast from that! We were so in shock (and very amused at the same time). We didn't utter another word! She didn't have to yell or raise her voice--she knew how to handle little boys. She was the glue that held the family together. She is sorely missed.
A thank you from the bottom of my heart to Moni♥Jende for her kind and generous sponsorship of my beloved grandmother Jackie.
