One day I was visiting Grams with Dad. It was near Christmas. Grams was about 90 years old and she was on a ladder decorating. I couldn't believe it.. Also, at 95 she was still climbing stairs. Unbelievable..

Love, Jeff

She was my only grandparent so all of my ideas about what grandparents should be are about her. Her knowing how to sew encouraged me to learn and she was the one to teach me to sew – on Aunt Marie’s sewing machine because it was much more modern than her’s! It was an honor to fix her robe just a few short weeks ago. I will think about her whenever I sew and when I help my daughters sew.

Love, Ree

There's really not much a man can say
When he first finds out his Grandmom past away.

As Season's change and rivers flow.
She watched her little grandson grow

Now the time goes by so fast
I wish the time with her could last

The final thing I like to say is Gram
you’re in my heart to stay

Love you forever, rest in peace

Your Grandson Wayne

My fondest memories were of visiting her house on Saturday's when I was in grade school. I would always get a roll of pennies or a dollar bill to take home with me.

On nice days, I would enjoy playing in the park across the street, sometimes with my cousins from next door, or sometimes with a friend that I would be allowed to bring with me from home.

It was a big treat for my friends since we all lived in the suburbs and they did not have relatives who lived in the "big" city. They still tell funny stories about it when we get together today. My most vivid memory though is getting to sleep over at her house in the front bedroom, and her making me breakfast in the morning. Sleep-overs did not happen very often, and that is probably why it was so memorable.

Love, Bill

I remember my Gram in so many ways.
As an adult, a teenager and the younger days.
I remember her smile, her laughs and her jokes.
The smock with the pocket that held her smokes.

The cards and the gifts, she gave so sweet.
Her cat, and the house on Jackson Street.
But the thing I'll miss the most of all,
Is the Grandmom I had since I was small.

Love, Iris

Granmom made them, I ate them
She flipped them, I dipped them
It was always a treat,
for me to eat at Granma's house.

GrandMom, I'll miss you and will
always remember those Ga Ga Eggs.

Love you, Bean

I guess my most vivid memories were how she welcomed me into the family after being introduced to everyone after my mother died. She made me feel very comfortable and relaxed in her house. And she always took good care of the cats. Plus she always had some wild stories about the good old days.

Love...Jimmy

I will miss Grandmom’s Christmas and Birthday cards. She never missed one for fifty-one years. When I was a boy she would always send me money. I would buy sling shots, pocket knives or catch a Saturday afternoon matinee. When I became a man, she would write "a little beer money." She did this for twenty-seven years. When I quit drinking six years ago, the message said "no more beer money - ha ha" I will miss that. Thank you, you were the best Grandmom a boy could have.

I love you

Billy Walker Jr.

From the time I was child I always knew something special was approaching because Grandmom had already thought of me before I even knew it was my special day. She would never forget that a happy day was approaching. Whether it was my birthday, Christmas, Easter or whatever, Grandmom never forgot with a special card.

Love You Always, Crissy

What I loved about her most was her ability to tell stories with such a clear mind. I remember her saying she saw the boys going off to the first world war as a small girl.

Imagine everything else she witnessed from then until now. She was living history. Her stories and memories will be heartfully missed, but will live on in the thoughts of all who had the privilege to have known her.

What a loving woman.

Grandmom, you’re the best!

All my love, Jimmy

96 1/2 years goes back a long, long time. The houses on Jackson Street were built just one year before Gram moved in 212 at the age of 2. I remember watching the ice house across the street getting knocked down from her front bedroom window at 208. Gram moved off of Jackson Street for a while, to apartments on 5^th & Siegel, then Passyunk Avenue. When we went to visit her, we would ring the door bell and Gram would open the 2^nd floor window and toss down the keys and up the steps we would go. She would always be there at the top of the steps waiting to give everybody a kiss and a hug. When it was time to leave Gram would always give the kids a roll of pennies. Back in those days you could buy a lot of candy with 50 pennies. In 1969 the house at 214 Jackson street was purchased for Gram to come back and live where she belonged. She was so happy to be living on the street where she grew up on once again. No one ever knew that she would last 35 years in that house. She kept busy by looking out the front window watching what was going on over in the park and keeping an eye on my boys when they were playing over there. When the boys stopped in to see Gram she would give them a couple bucks. Gram always took care of the kids. She really enjoyed the nice little garden that she had in her back yard. Everyone liked to sit in the back yard with Gram. That was her favorite place. She used to sit out there and tell stories about what happened years ago. Sometimes the stories almost went back 100 years when she was a little girl. She remembered everything so well. Gram was always sharp as a tack. A couple years ago Gram faced death and died but was brought back to life by doctors, machines, and medicine. Getting well enough to come home and live by herself again. Even though the quality of life wasn’t the same as before she was still able to rock on the rocking chair, talk on the telephone, feed Tabby, sit in the yard watching the whearly gigs spinning around and even feeding the little kittens. But those few years gave us all a little more time to love and cherish her long life that she had with us all. In the last year Gram was struggling to hold on. The 96 years of living was catching up to her. For a while the only thing she wanted was to die and be at peace. Once again Gram faced death and held on to it with everything that she had and wouldn’t let go. Finally she made it through a long life. In a way I’m glad for Gram that she got to where she wanted to be. Total peace and quiet, no more pain. We will always love you and remember you until the day we die. May God bless you. And Gram rest in peace forever and ever.

Love, Paulie

Mom

The last two years were hard for you
You couldn’t do what you used to do
Your dependence on your children started to grow
Your desire to live was slipping low

We all have our appointed time to die
I thank The Lord that yours was with me by your side
You didn’t struggle, you didn’t fight
You told the doctor you were going to see the light

It came so easy to give you back
What you gave to me - that was love, unconditionally
I don’t know what I’ll do with you gone
It will be so hard to carry on

The quality you gave me that I treasure most
Is that you taught me to put the other first
You never said "this is what you do"
I got it from just following you

I’ll miss you Mom, with all my heart
After many long years, we have to part
My last look at you was your dying face
In my heart, no one could ever take your place

Love you forever, Helen