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 Katie Mae McKinney

Katie Mae McKinney

Birth
Navasota, Grimes County, Texas, USA
Death 1970 (aged 56–57)
Oakland, Alameda County, California, USA
Burial Richmond, Contra Costa County, California, USA
Plot Cypress Lawn-Lot: 1109, space 2
Memorial ID 59351470 · View Source
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MEMORIES OF A PHENOMENAL WOMAN-------

My beloved, paternal, Grandmother Katie, was a woman who I loved dearly. She came to live with us, after she had retired. She was very instrumental in maintaining and ensuring a balance of stability in our lives after our parents had divorced. As children we were confused about the new 'living arrangements.' My parents had divorced without, as seen from a child's perspective, warning. This was the mid 1960s and parents, especially mine, did not hold 'family meetings' to discuss what was happening in their lives. Subsequently, we were 'shell-shocked.'

My grandmother was a loving, nurturing, compassionate, gentle woman, who protected us and guided us through the difficult transition of divorce. She was a woman of unparallel character and integrity who did not tolerate dis-respectfulness, bad manners or behavior. She instilled in us the survival skills necessary to maneuver through life. My Grandmother (called Grandmommy) taught me not only about self-respect, but how to cook (old school!) clean and run a household, better than some of my peers, LOL. One of skills she taught me (in the kitchen)was, "Deborah, when you cook, you gotta clean as you go...nothing worse, than a nasty kitchen while you're preparing food!" Regarding her intolerance of bad behavior, I remember an episode with my older brother; we had a strict curfew, that she expected us to emphatically follow. She had told my brother to come inside at a particualr time in the evening. He did not. Big mistake! My beloved Grandmother who stood 5'3 went looking for my brother (me too!), who at the time stood 5'8(currently 6'3). She did not go empty handed. She went carrying a broom! She found him, playing football down the street from our house. She gave him one swift whack on the butt with the broom(his back was turned)he jumped, turned and stood aggressively before he realized who it was! I laughed, and his buddies laughed even harder. She screamed, "...what did I tell you...you are not too old to get whipped...get your butt home, now!" He literally ran all the way home, yelling his apologies as she chased him! I never laughed so hard! If you want to make my brother laugh, you would recite that story. :-)))

Life in Oakland, CA in the mid-sixties was filled with many temptations, not all of them good, thankfully we had a Grandmother who loved us unconditionally and guided us unselfishly through it all. I believed she saved us, sometimes from ourselves :-))) but most importantly, from the harshness of divorce and the ramifications it has on children.

The death of my beloved Grandmother was the first that I had experienced. I distinctly remember a promise that I had made at the time. And it was, I would not attend another funeral(not until my 20s); it was too hard. I was not forced to go, but the emotional and physical loss was too hard for me comprehend. All I knew, at the time, she was gone. And I was alone again. Luckily, my beloved Aunt Mattie, and future step-mother Carolyn would fill the hole, and provide the comfort and nurturing I needed.

Grandmommy, Thank you!
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MISS ME, BUT LET ME GO

When I come to the end of the road.
And the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me, a little but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me - but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take.
And each must go along
it's a part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home.

If when you are lonely and sick of heart.
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds.
Miss me - but let me go.

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