Mabel Faye Davis Broaddus. Isabella, this is my grandmother and she is your great, great Grandmother. She was wonderful. I stayed with her a lot and rarely had babysitters, other than Mrs. Prescott. Grandmother would braid my hair, make snow ice cream and wonderful sugar cookies, baked squash and home made rolls and burnt sugar cake. Oh yes, and wonderful fried chicken! I wish I had paid more attention to her cooking skills. Mother said that during the Depression (Another terrible time that your great grandparents lived through and something that I pray that you will NEVER have to experience!) she always fed anyone that came to her backdoor that was hungry. When she was a young single woman still living with her parents, she was not allowed to date my grandfather because he drove his horses too fast. He trapped furs and sold them to buy her a bracelet, which she hid in the attic. She wasn’t allowed to accept gifts from men. I guess that bracelet was just too pretty to turn down and I have it now. I wear it a lot and think of her and the great story that went with it. She got caught dating him because she had someone else pick her up in a one horse wagon but my grandfather, Tom Broaddus, brought her home in a two horse buggy. Grandmother’s Dad saw the tracks in the mud or snow (They lived in cold, cold Missouri). Not long after that they married and moved to Amarillo, Texas from Missouri. I have a picture of her as a teacher in a one room school house that I will show you when you are older. She always bought Mollie, my cousin (Aunt Evelyn’s daughter), and me Easter bonnets and we always hunted Easter eggs at her house. She was a wonderful part of our life. On a very cold and snowy day in Amarillo when Coach and I were first dating, we were trying to drag a sled behind a car on the expressway (which hadn’t opened yet). All we needed was a rope. I figured that Grandmother would give me one. When I knocked on her door, she asked me if my mother knew about this. “Well, of course not, that is why I came to you!” She went and got the rope. You will see her type of spunk as you get to know your cousin Sarah. My grandfather died on Father’s Day in June before I was born in October. I never knew him or any of my other grandparents. Isn’t it ironic that you were born on Father’s Day 60 years later? God always makes “sad” sweet.
My Grandmother's Class That She Taught in the One Room School in Rural Missouri.
My Grandmother's Three Children- Aunt Evelyn, My Mother, and My Uncle Glenn
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