My Grandmother
I know that everyone's grandmother is special but no one will ever have fonder recollections than I do of mine. In all the time that I knew her, she never once raised her voice at anyone. She was quiet, hardworking, sincere and was sweet beyond compare.
I can remember as a child her love for plants and flowers. She tended to them every day. She always had “Iris Flowers” planted around the outside of the house and to this day when I see those flowers, I think of her. To love someone like her was easy and not to have her around is hard. She probably had a hand in raising almost all of the grandchildren at one time or another. She also taught the little children in Sunday school and baby-sat all of her life. She had a love for little children like no other person that I have ever known.
My grandmother always went by the name of Rose, and a "Rose" she surely was.
Rosa Mae Duncan
"Rose"
This is my favorite picture of my grandmother. I don't know how old she was when it was taken but I will always remember the sweetness of her face.
Rosa Mae Duncan
Born - January 24, 1900 -- Bonanza, Sebastion Co., AR
Died - June 13, 1991 -- Broken Arrow, Tulsa Co., OK