One of the treasures that I brought back from Bear Lake is this picture of my great-grandmother Hazel Madsen Piggott, the wonderful lady that saved everything. And look at those pretty blue eyes.
When I look at this picture I get a warm feeling inside because this is the way that I remember her. She always wore a dress and a hairnet, but she never wore her teeth. I remember this chair and the buffet table behind her, but I also remember the rocker that was there before.
She used to sit in that rocker and just rock away; that must be why I like to rock so much. On occasion I was known to sit in her lap and rock with her. I remember sitting in her lap and asking all kinds of questions. I think one of them was, "why don't you have any teeth?"
I was only five when she died. I remember the phone call well. Mom was in the kitchen doing the dishes when the phone rang. While talking on the phone she started to cry. I asked mommy why she was crying and she said that her grandma passed away. So I started to cry.
I think I will have to find a frame for this picture.