The Matriarch

There is a very special person in our family. She is our Grandma Lois. Actually, she's Jason's grandma, but I've claimed her as my own, as well. She was born in 1915, which makes her NINETY-FIVE years old. Can you imagine the things she has seen and experienced? Terrible things like The Great Depression and Scarlet Fever and war. Wonderful things like children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and traveling everywhere from California to Norway. And even unbelievable things like meeting Helen Keller. (Yes, it's true!) It really is hard for me to comprehend living for ninety-five years. Imagine trying to explain that to a six year old. It is just unfathomable! We hope she is with us for many more years to come!

We celebrated her 95th birthday this past May, and friends and family came from near and far to join in the festivities. Here's a photo of Grandma with Jason's dad, Steve.


If you know her, you know what a sweet, kind person she is, with never a bad word to say about anyone. If you don't know her, you're missing out! She is very active in the community and never misses a family event-whether its here in Michigan or California, Wisconsin or Washington, D.C. And BOY does she love the babies-she has such a way with them! All of the kids just adore her.


Yesterday we had Grandma and Linda, Jason's mom, (we call her Nana) over for dinner. At one point, Owen leaned over and quietly whispered in Nana's ear:

"Can you even believe Grandma Lois is still alive?!"