Birthday tribute

To a grandmother born in 1895, and died when she was 39 years old . . . none of her grandchildren had the privilege to have ever known her. She died after having contracted pneumonia, leaving behind seven children of which the youngest was only 15 months.
We are in possession of a few of her letters that she wrote to her beloved husband, our grandfather, during a time when there were many hardships on the farms, and women were as much involved with hard, farm labour to be able to make a living.

On this day, she was born 127 years ago, and it is with gratitude and appreciation that she is remembered. All of her children (including my Mom) has since passed away; and we, the cousins, are thankful for the wonderful stories told by our parents about the times they were youngsters.