Today is the fifth anniversary of my grandfather’s death. He lived to 106, so his memory has pretty much stuck like glue. Plus, he was pretty amazing (anecdotes and pictures about his life can be found on my Q&A page—scroll down to the second question). My grandmother, his wife, was amazing, too. She lived to nearly 89, dying at 88 a month short of her birthday while I was pregnant with Youngest Son. Her funeral was on Eldest Son’s 2nd birthday. Which means she died in 1990. Kind of hard to forget attending your grandmother’s funeral on your son’s birthday.
“Granny and Grampa” were an incredible couple. I grew up (1) down the road from them until I was 5; and then (2) next door to them until I left home. Grampa was pretty stubborn, so he needed a strong woman as his mate. And Clara E. Sigalet Procter was about as strong as they came. Not to mention beautiful. Here’s their wedding portrait:
They eloped in 1924 or 1925. And were married around 60 years. That I remember because they held a huge square dance for their anniversary, and as the evening ended Grampa joined the grandchildren in drinking out of the punchbowl.
I can’t remember what the E. in Granny’s middle name stood for. She hated the name, so rarely divulged it.
Grampa didn’t have a middle name. He was just William Procter, nicknamed Duke, son of William George Procter and Hannah Fry Procter of “Mable Lake” in B.C., Canada.
R.I.P. Grampa. R.I.P. “Granny Next Door.”
I still miss them both.
They were a handsome couple. It sounds like they had a wonderful life and were much loved.
Yes, indeedy, Edie!
Wonderful tribute Cindy.. You were truly blessed is having your grandparents for such a long time..
Thanks, Sonia, and I know I was. As my parents and in-laws age, I have to keep reminding myself that 80 IS old. We thought Grampa was old at 80, but he just kept on being old for another 20 years. Then he got really old!
Granny was old at 80. She had a stroke at 81 and suffered blood pressure complications until her death. But both of them basically died of old age/their bodies giving out. My maternal grandfather, however, died when I was a teenager, of cancer.
Thanks for sharing these memories of your dear grandparents.
My pleasure, Gail. I hope you are doing well this holiday season.
What a marvellous looking couple and it must have been wonderful sitting at their knees listening to their memories. Isn’t amazing to share the planet with folk who existed without technology, no radio.tv airplanes, telephones. Our kids don’t even understand how we managed without VCRs.
regards
stu
So true, Stu!
Living next door to one’s grandparents…for me, it was a blessing. For some, it might feel “too close for comfort,” but Duke and Clara never failed to make me, my brother and sisters feel special and loved and welcome in their home.