I just got home from attending my brother, Roger's funeral service in Shreveport, LA. Although the reason for my visit was a very sad one for all of our family, I was blessed while I was there. My Mom, my stepdad, my little sister,Beth, my brother, Frankie, my step-sister, Vickie and of course, their families and all of my aunts, uncles and my Grandma, were all very happy to see Tish and me. It was an interesting visit for Tish, since she has grown up without ever meeting most of this extensive and extended family.
I found a couple of old photos, and thought this one might be very interesting. Especially, to Krysta. We know know why our little Lucy is such a little ball of fire. Not only does she favor me at her age, but she also has an amazing resemblence to your Grandma Margaret, when she was 2 1/2 years old. Note the hair.
The picture on the right is my mother, with her grandmother. I am trying to see if we can find a picture of my grandmother at that age, then we'll know for sure, the Woodard gene has been passed down for 5 generations. Or maybe that is the Wynn gene, since my Grandma's maiden name is Wynn. Never-the-less, after our visit this week, I am convinced that the hard-headedness that I am accused of and apparently passed on to my oldest daughter and my granddaughter came from one 84 year-old spitfire in Shreveport by the name of Lera Mae.
I love you Grandma, and you are perfect, still, in every way. I am so glad that you are healthy and bossy as ever. I know that your faith and your hard head is what has kept you going all these years and I admire you for raising 7 children to be such a loving and closeknit family, especially the little curly headed one, you named, Margaret.