She was beloved. How else could this excerpt from a letter be explained
“My mind wondered back over the years to those days we lived on Blosser Hill; of how you came and did our milking when we were all sick, and how you used to birth all the babies or so it seemed. Remember ….the political rally we went to…and the story he told about going through the cemetery and came across a tombstone inscribed: “Here lies the body of Mary Ann Brown, When on earth, she weighed 200 pounds, and now in heaven, sweetly she rests on Abraham’s breast,” and some kid had scribbled below it ‘may be sweet for Mary Ann but it’s a heck of a load for Abraham‘… Maggie, I miss you my good friend.”
She was always busy. I never saw her sit down. Sometimes she was washing fruits or vegetables at the kitchen sink and getting ready to cook something tantalizing. Sometimes she was washing in her wash house out back. You had to go out the back door and up a flight of 8 or 10 steps because things are always up in the mountains. It was such a nice addition to her house, I thought, and Aloma and Margy used it as a play house. (But no matter how much I pounded on the door or cried real tears, they would not let me in) Some where along the line, she took her little girl by the hand and went to see Roger Houze. I don’t know what she said but he gave her a job at the glass factory. This at a time when it was almost impossible to find a job of any kind. And she was there for everybody. If you had a problem and you talked it over with Mag, she could usually think of some solution. I know many people must have bushels of memories of Mag. Please share them with the rest of us.
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Maggie diehl, better known as "Granny" in our family. My uncle Freddie married Marg Diehl. So Maggie was "Granny" to everyone. Her granddaughter, Debbie, speaks highly of her. She was a great grandmother. She was also a friend of my grandmother, Mrs. Goff. They lived across the creek on the other hill from each other. As a matter of fact, I think the entire hill was on a "partyline" telephone. That was an interesting feature of the whole neighborhood.
Carol
My dad, Jim Baker, said Maggie made great dill pickles.
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