Saturday, January 15, 1994
This first photo was taken of our family in 1973. The picture was taken by the tree in front of my Grandpa and Grandma Bryant's house. We were there for a celebration of their 50th Anniversary.
My mother made these pink dresses for us. My mother is a very talented seamstress, as was her mother, and as is my daughter. I don't know if it skipped a generation or not, or if I just haven't taken the time to develop that particular talent. The things I have made have always turned out beautiful. I just haven't spent as much time as those talented women have developing their talent in sewing.
Some day I would like to develop that talent.
Monday, January 10, 1994
This is my Aunt Elsie and her granddaughters, Rhonda and Sheila. They are, of course, my cousins. We played together a lot when I would visit Aunt Elsie's house.
This is Aunt Elsie with her husband Uncle Johnny. This must have been taken years earlier than anytime that I can remember. Aunt Elsie looks very young here.
This is Brenda, Lisa, Smiley and another one of the Pruitt children. My uncle and aunt adopted these children.
This is my uncle and aunt, Warner and Glaydell's children. This family group was taken sometime between 1973-1980.
This is a picture of Glaydell. I love the smile on her face. She looks truly happy here.
Sunday, January 9, 1994
My Grandpa is one of my very favorite people EVER. This picture was taken of him in 1970.
I have great memories of my Grandpa and Grandma Scott. When I was growing up, we went to visit them frequently. My sisters and I would always race to see who could get inside first. It didn't matter what they were doing when we arrived, they always took time to make us feel important.
And, I never remember a time when we were leaving that they didn't stand out on the porch waving good bye to us, especially Grandma.
I learned so much about the gospel from Grandma and Grandpa, not only from their words but also from their examples. I remember people saying that my Grandma never had anything bad to say about anyone and that she could find good in everyone.
When I was really little I didn't like the way my maternal grandma treated my Mom. She was just grumpy a lot. I suppose it was because she had a lot of stress in her life and had dealt with a lot of tough stuff. I remember wondering if my Grandma Scott could really find something nice to say about her too. But, she always did and I really don't remember ever hearing her say anything unkind about anyone.
I also don't ever remember her wearing pants. :)
A funny thing I remember about my Grandpa ... he used to tell jokes that had a swear word in it. He really didn't swear but he thought it was okay to repeat a joke with a swear word in it. Nothing too foul though. Funny man.
One of my favorite memories of my Grandpa is a time when we were traveling someplace together. We must have been in the car for a while, at least a few hours. I was reading the scriptures and my Grandpa explained to me in detail a seemingly complicated revelation. I think I was only about 6 or 7 years old but it helped me to gain a love for really studying and understanding the scriptures instead of just quickly reading them.
When my Grandma died, I was in high school. I sat next to my Grandpa as they were making Grandma's funeral arrangements. As others were talking, he placed his hand on my knee and said, "Well, now it's up to you to be the next great Scott."
I am working to live up to that challenge, Grandpa.