Ethel Reeves was my Grandmother. Actually, she was my great aunt, but she raised my mother (her niece) after her sister died when my mom was 2. We called her Robbie because my brother Bruce couldn't say Grandma. He heard Ethel's brother Roland call her Robbie (her maiden name was Robinson) and after that she was forever known as "Robbie".
Robbie was born in February 1904. She had 5 sisters and 2 brothers. Several siblings died in infancy. She lost her sister Grace during the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918. She was only 18 years old. She lost her other sister Anna (my grandmother) to pneumonia when she was only 18 and 8 months pregnant. The baby died with her. She was buried on her 19th birthday.
Robbie helped raise my mother and although they had their differences, my mother remained by her side until she died.
Robbie suffered from cirrhosis of the liver even though she never drank alcohol except socially.
Robbie was married to Norman Reeves (my Poppy) for over 40 years. They never had any children but considered us their children. Robbie helped raise me from the age of 2 to 8. One of my fondest memories is every Christmas we would decorate the house lavishly because Robbie's youngest brother, Uncle Roland, would come in from California for the holidays. I remember all the excitement of going to the airport and watching their plane come in. Uncle Roland's best friend Sam and his brother Gordon would come with him. We considered them all our uncles. What I remember most about the 3 of them is that they always smelled of Brut after shave. We would all go out to dinner and they would spend the holidays with us and spoil me rotten.
I remember the year Robbie died. It was right before Christmas. That was a very sad Christmas for us. After that it was never the same. Poppy grieved for Robbie terribly.
Every Christmas he would put the most beautiful blanket of roses on her grave.
Another memory I have is taking bus trips with them. We would go to Canada, New York, and other places that I don't remember any more. Robbie used to cut my hair in a pixie which made me look like a boy. I remember going through photos when my son Cody was about 4. He saw a picture of me with my pixie and said, "Mommy, was this you when you were a little boy?" Enough said LOL
Robbie died when I was 9 so I don't have as many memories of her as I do of Poppy. I do remember that I couldn't go into the hospital to see her, because back then you weren't allowed into the hospital unless you were 12. So they would take Robbie to the window and I would wave at her and blow kisses. I wish Robbie could have seen her great grandchildren. She and Poppy would have spoiled them rotten.
I miss you Robbie, and I know you and Poppy are together again. I'll see you again one day. Rest in peace. Love Traci xoxoxo
Robbie was born in February 1904. She had 5 sisters and 2 brothers. Several siblings died in infancy. She lost her sister Grace during the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918. She was only 18 years old. She lost her other sister Anna (my grandmother) to pneumonia when she was only 18 and 8 months pregnant. The baby died with her. She was buried on her 19th birthday.
Robbie helped raise my mother and although they had their differences, my mother remained by her side until she died.
Robbie suffered from cirrhosis of the liver even though she never drank alcohol except socially.
Robbie was married to Norman Reeves (my Poppy) for over 40 years. They never had any children but considered us their children. Robbie helped raise me from the age of 2 to 8. One of my fondest memories is every Christmas we would decorate the house lavishly because Robbie's youngest brother, Uncle Roland, would come in from California for the holidays. I remember all the excitement of going to the airport and watching their plane come in. Uncle Roland's best friend Sam and his brother Gordon would come with him. We considered them all our uncles. What I remember most about the 3 of them is that they always smelled of Brut after shave. We would all go out to dinner and they would spend the holidays with us and spoil me rotten.
I remember the year Robbie died. It was right before Christmas. That was a very sad Christmas for us. After that it was never the same. Poppy grieved for Robbie terribly.
Every Christmas he would put the most beautiful blanket of roses on her grave.
Another memory I have is taking bus trips with them. We would go to Canada, New York, and other places that I don't remember any more. Robbie used to cut my hair in a pixie which made me look like a boy. I remember going through photos when my son Cody was about 4. He saw a picture of me with my pixie and said, "Mommy, was this you when you were a little boy?" Enough said LOL
Robbie died when I was 9 so I don't have as many memories of her as I do of Poppy. I do remember that I couldn't go into the hospital to see her, because back then you weren't allowed into the hospital unless you were 12. So they would take Robbie to the window and I would wave at her and blow kisses. I wish Robbie could have seen her great grandchildren. She and Poppy would have spoiled them rotten.
I miss you Robbie, and I know you and Poppy are together again. I'll see you again one day. Rest in peace. Love Traci xoxoxo
Ethel Reeves was my Grandmother. Actually, she was my great aunt, but she raised my mother (her niece) after her sister died when my mom was 2. We called her Robbie because my brother Bruce couldn't say Grandma. He heard Ethel's brother Roland call her Robbie (her maiden name was Robinson) and after that she was forever known as "Robbie".
Robbie was born in February 1904. She had 5 sisters and 2 brothers. Several siblings died in infancy. She lost her sister Grace during the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918. She was only 18 years old. She lost her other sister Anna (my grandmother) to pneumonia when she was only 18 and 8 months pregnant. The baby died with her. She was buried on her 19th birthday.
Robbie helped raise my mother and although they had their differences, my mother remained by her side until she died.
Robbie suffered from cirrhosis of the liver even though she never drank alcohol except socially.
Robbie was married to Norman Reeves (my Poppy) for over 40 years. They never had any children but considered us their children. Robbie helped raise me from the age of 2 to 8. One of my fondest memories is every Christmas we would decorate the house lavishly because Robbie's youngest brother, Uncle Roland, would come in from California for the holidays. I remember all the excitement of going to the airport and watching their plane come in. Uncle Roland's best friend Sam and his brother Gordon would come with him. We considered them all our uncles. What I remember most about the 3 of them is that they always smelled of Brut after shave. We would all go out to dinner and they would spend the holidays with us and spoil me rotten.
I remember the year Robbie died. It was right before Christmas. That was a very sad Christmas for us. After that it was never the same. Poppy grieved for Robbie terribly.
Every Christmas he would put the most beautiful blanket of roses on her grave.
Another memory I have is taking bus trips with them. We would go to Canada, New York, and other places that I don't remember any more. Robbie used to cut my hair in a pixie which made me look like a boy. I remember going through photos when my son Cody was about 4. He saw a picture of me with my pixie and said, "Mommy, was this you when you were a little boy?" Enough said LOL
Robbie died when I was 9 so I don't have as many memories of her as I do of Poppy. I do remember that I couldn't go into the hospital to see her, because back then you weren't allowed into the hospital unless you were 12. So they would take Robbie to the window and I would wave at her and blow kisses. I wish Robbie could have seen her great grandchildren. She and Poppy would have spoiled them rotten.
I miss you Robbie, and I know you and Poppy are together again. I'll see you again one day. Rest in peace. Love Traci xoxoxo
Robbie was born in February 1904. She had 5 sisters and 2 brothers. Several siblings died in infancy. She lost her sister Grace during the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918. She was only 18 years old. She lost her other sister Anna (my grandmother) to pneumonia when she was only 18 and 8 months pregnant. The baby died with her. She was buried on her 19th birthday.
Robbie helped raise my mother and although they had their differences, my mother remained by her side until she died.
Robbie suffered from cirrhosis of the liver even though she never drank alcohol except socially.
Robbie was married to Norman Reeves (my Poppy) for over 40 years. They never had any children but considered us their children. Robbie helped raise me from the age of 2 to 8. One of my fondest memories is every Christmas we would decorate the house lavishly because Robbie's youngest brother, Uncle Roland, would come in from California for the holidays. I remember all the excitement of going to the airport and watching their plane come in. Uncle Roland's best friend Sam and his brother Gordon would come with him. We considered them all our uncles. What I remember most about the 3 of them is that they always smelled of Brut after shave. We would all go out to dinner and they would spend the holidays with us and spoil me rotten.
I remember the year Robbie died. It was right before Christmas. That was a very sad Christmas for us. After that it was never the same. Poppy grieved for Robbie terribly.
Every Christmas he would put the most beautiful blanket of roses on her grave.
Another memory I have is taking bus trips with them. We would go to Canada, New York, and other places that I don't remember any more. Robbie used to cut my hair in a pixie which made me look like a boy. I remember going through photos when my son Cody was about 4. He saw a picture of me with my pixie and said, "Mommy, was this you when you were a little boy?" Enough said LOL
Robbie died when I was 9 so I don't have as many memories of her as I do of Poppy. I do remember that I couldn't go into the hospital to see her, because back then you weren't allowed into the hospital unless you were 12. So they would take Robbie to the window and I would wave at her and blow kisses. I wish Robbie could have seen her great grandchildren. She and Poppy would have spoiled them rotten.
I miss you Robbie, and I know you and Poppy are together again. I'll see you again one day. Rest in peace. Love Traci xoxoxo
