Remembering Grandma


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Effie Irene Bennett Teague’s life spanned a course of time that lasted 96 years, 2 months, and 16 days. Born on July 7, 1912, she left us on September 23, 2008. She witnessed the major events of World War I, the Great Depression, World War II, and the terrorist attacks of September 11 to name a few. She lived a long, fruitful life, was a wife and mother of 4, grandmother of 10 and great grandmother of 7. She was my grandmother and she was indeed “grand” in every sense of the word. She was an honorable, hard working woman, unassuming, mild-tempered, with a smile always on her face. She used to always amaze me with her incredible memory and attention to detail; how she could recall events, people, and situations from 40 to 50 years previous in vivid detail, retelling stories to you as though it happened only yesterday. I remember listening to the stories of her youth, as a daughter of a share cropper and the hard, brutal life that they lived working on a farm trying to survive through the great depression. How that even though she had very little, she always considered herself fortunate and lucky to have her family, and recognized the value of life and the simple things we often take for granted.

She had a morbid fear of thunderstorms and was always quick to urge us into the storm cellar that she and Papa had built in their back yard at the first signs of inclement weather. I remember as a young kid the dark, stormy nights spent in that dank, musty underground shelter listening to the fury of the wind and the hail and the rain screaming outside while listening in wonder to the stories being told by Papa and Granny on the inside by the flame of a kerosene lantern. Papa would sit holding on to a rope that was attached to the cellar door the whole time we were in there in case a twister dropped out of a cloud and tried to suck us out of there. Both Papa and Granny grew up in Oklahoma and they had lived through some severe weather events including tornadoes, and they gave mother nature full respect and right of way when she turned dark and angry. After the fury of the storm would pass, Papa would always open the door and go out to make sure it was safe for the rest of us to leave. He would give the all clear sign and we would clamber up the concrete steps and returned to our beds while the lightning still flashed silently in the distant clouds. Granny would tell us good night but to keep a “weather eye” out in case anymore storms brewed up in the middle of the night. All of my grandparents are now gone but their memories will live forever with me. So, for my granny, thanks for all you did, for all you gave, and all you taught. You will be missed, but never forgotten.


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