I really loved my Grandma Bailey.
She lived in Santa Rosa, Texas, just a spit
and a throw from the border of Mexico in south Texas, surrounded by vast acres of farm land.
When I would mail her cards of gifts when I was in my teens, I sent them to "Grandma Bailey. "
Like, literally
Grandma Bailey
P.O. Box 1234
Santa Rosa, Texas
She would tell me later, "the mailman came by and would yell
to her through the screen door: "is there a Grandma Bailey
here?" and she would laugh as she
told the story at family gatherings.
I never understood for years why that
was funny, but I just smiled along as she told the story.
But you see. ... As a child I never
knew her first name. So the words I put on the label were
what I called her: "Grandma."
I didn't know until I was in my late teens that her REAL name was Virginia. Virgina Bailey.
Now as I reflect back I see just how
fun and funny that was!
And how cool it was my Mom or Dad never
corrected the label :)
Grandma with my Mom
Grandma with my Dad, his Mom
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