My 92 year old grandmother passed away just after midnight Monday night. The funeral was today. She lived an amazing life with my grandfather (who passed in 1999). They traveled the world. I remember their trips would be for a month at a time. I remember them bringing me souvenirs from all over the world; a purse from Africa, pajamas from China, etc. I remember going to their house to view slides (this was the 70s and 80s) on a projector, of all the amazing and fantastic places they had been. I remember staring at a majestic photo of the Great Wall of China that hung in their home. It was something like this...
My grandfather worked for Standard Oil and in the mid-60s they lived on the island of Antigua for a year. I found this picture of Antigua.
After he retired he did some consulting work and they lived in Venezula.
I wonder if they saw any waterfalls like that while living there? Beautiful.
They also lived in Tanzania...
I asked my grandmother (I called her Mimi) one time where did she love to visit the most in the world. Her answer: Africa. I think I can see why.
What an amazing life. Both her and my grandpa were from small towns in Kansas. Growing up, I bet they never imagined where life would take them. She was generous, kind, and loving. I am blessed to have known her, let alone be her granddaughter.