Dayton Daily News (Dayton, Ohio) - 23 Sep 1990, Sun - Page B5
Grandin, Mary M., age 72, died Friday, September 21, 1990 at Hospice of Dayton after lengthy illness.
Preceded in death by her husband, Dr. Woodtli R.; her parents, Arthur and Helen Brinkel; stepmother, Dorothy; two brothers, Walter and Arthur.
She is survived by her four children and spouses, Barbara (Vern) Smith, Mary Kay (Jack) Reese, Woodtli R. II (Linda) Grandin and Pamela (Chuck) Conroy. She is also survived by her brother and sister-in-law, Edward (Ginny) Brinkel; three sisters and brother-in-law, Evelyn (Guy Dale) Richison, Ida Mae Kite and Geneva (Bud) Sprauer; 12 grandchildren and 1 great-granddaughter.
Prayer service 9:30 a.m. Monday at the Tobia Funeral Home. Mass of ChristianBurial 10 a.m. Monday, Ascension Catholic Church. Internment at David's Cemetery.
Ours was a strange relationship between my grandmother and my family. She lived in a huge house in Oakwood. I can remember shoveling her driveway during the winter. I can remember the smell of the shed attached to the garage that held the yard toys like hula hoops and lawn darts. Nothing like being a pre-teen boy and playing with lawn darts. I was always told that my brothers and I were not allowed to see the upstairs of her house. My brother even asks, "There was an upstairs?" I however remember the upstairs. Maybe I was just to damn cute. There was the bathroom with the Star Trek transporter beam (glass door)and I even got to see the attic. I can remember her baby-sitting us and she would stroke my red hair (brown now). She was the queen of Woe Is Me's and my mom and her would butt heads on occasion. She had broncitis and eventually started using oxygen. My mom says she played the game too long and got in too far to turn back. I can remember having my first crush on a girl that lived near her so I visited my grandma as an excuse to drive by the girl's house. It was a pleasant visit and one of the first times I felt like a grown up around her. She soon had more problems breathing and went into the hospital. My brother brought her "It's A Boy" balloon and other toys from the gift shop. She liked that and was responsive. For some reason I didn't visit her after that until the day we were called into Hospice. It wasn't her and she died that night. One funny story about her stay at Hospice is that she was out of it and my mother sat by her and made her amends and told her it was okay to go. According to my mother, out of nowhere, her head shot up and she stared right at my mom. I can't help but laugh when my mom tells that story.
Grandin, Mary M., age 72, died Friday, September 21, 1990 at Hospice of Dayton after lengthy illness.
Preceded in death by her husband, Dr. Woodtli R.; her parents, Arthur and Helen Brinkel; stepmother, Dorothy; two brothers, Walter and Arthur.
She is survived by her four children and spouses, Barbara (Vern) Smith, Mary Kay (Jack) Reese, Woodtli R. II (Linda) Grandin and Pamela (Chuck) Conroy. She is also survived by her brother and sister-in-law, Edward (Ginny) Brinkel; three sisters and brother-in-law, Evelyn (Guy Dale) Richison, Ida Mae Kite and Geneva (Bud) Sprauer; 12 grandchildren and 1 great-granddaughter.
Prayer service 9:30 a.m. Monday at the Tobia Funeral Home. Mass of ChristianBurial 10 a.m. Monday, Ascension Catholic Church. Internment at David's Cemetery.
Ours was a strange relationship between my grandmother and my family. She lived in a huge house in Oakwood. I can remember shoveling her driveway during the winter. I can remember the smell of the shed attached to the garage that held the yard toys like hula hoops and lawn darts. Nothing like being a pre-teen boy and playing with lawn darts. I was always told that my brothers and I were not allowed to see the upstairs of her house. My brother even asks, "There was an upstairs?" I however remember the upstairs. Maybe I was just to damn cute. There was the bathroom with the Star Trek transporter beam (glass door)and I even got to see the attic. I can remember her baby-sitting us and she would stroke my red hair (brown now). She was the queen of Woe Is Me's and my mom and her would butt heads on occasion. She had broncitis and eventually started using oxygen. My mom says she played the game too long and got in too far to turn back. I can remember having my first crush on a girl that lived near her so I visited my grandma as an excuse to drive by the girl's house. It was a pleasant visit and one of the first times I felt like a grown up around her. She soon had more problems breathing and went into the hospital. My brother brought her "It's A Boy" balloon and other toys from the gift shop. She liked that and was responsive. For some reason I didn't visit her after that until the day we were called into Hospice. It wasn't her and she died that night. One funny story about her stay at Hospice is that she was out of it and my mother sat by her and made her amends and told her it was okay to go. According to my mother, out of nowhere, her head shot up and she stared right at my mom. I can't help but laugh when my mom tells that story.
Dayton Daily News (Dayton, Ohio) - 23 Sep 1990, Sun - Page B5
Grandin, Mary M., age 72, died Friday, September 21, 1990 at Hospice of Dayton after lengthy illness.
Preceded in death by her husband, Dr. Woodtli R.; her parents, Arthur and Helen Brinkel; stepmother, Dorothy; two brothers, Walter and Arthur.
She is survived by her four children and spouses, Barbara (Vern) Smith, Mary Kay (Jack) Reese, Woodtli R. II (Linda) Grandin and Pamela (Chuck) Conroy. She is also survived by her brother and sister-in-law, Edward (Ginny) Brinkel; three sisters and brother-in-law, Evelyn (Guy Dale) Richison, Ida Mae Kite and Geneva (Bud) Sprauer; 12 grandchildren and 1 great-granddaughter.
Prayer service 9:30 a.m. Monday at the Tobia Funeral Home. Mass of ChristianBurial 10 a.m. Monday, Ascension Catholic Church. Internment at David's Cemetery.
Ours was a strange relationship between my grandmother and my family. She lived in a huge house in Oakwood. I can remember shoveling her driveway during the winter. I can remember the smell of the shed attached to the garage that held the yard toys like hula hoops and lawn darts. Nothing like being a pre-teen boy and playing with lawn darts. I was always told that my brothers and I were not allowed to see the upstairs of her house. My brother even asks, "There was an upstairs?" I however remember the upstairs. Maybe I was just to damn cute. There was the bathroom with the Star Trek transporter beam (glass door)and I even got to see the attic. I can remember her baby-sitting us and she would stroke my red hair (brown now). She was the queen of Woe Is Me's and my mom and her would butt heads on occasion. She had broncitis and eventually started using oxygen. My mom says she played the game too long and got in too far to turn back. I can remember having my first crush on a girl that lived near her so I visited my grandma as an excuse to drive by the girl's house. It was a pleasant visit and one of the first times I felt like a grown up around her. She soon had more problems breathing and went into the hospital. My brother brought her "It's A Boy" balloon and other toys from the gift shop. She liked that and was responsive. For some reason I didn't visit her after that until the day we were called into Hospice. It wasn't her and she died that night. One funny story about her stay at Hospice is that she was out of it and my mother sat by her and made her amends and told her it was okay to go. According to my mother, out of nowhere, her head shot up and she stared right at my mom. I can't help but laugh when my mom tells that story.
Grandin, Mary M., age 72, died Friday, September 21, 1990 at Hospice of Dayton after lengthy illness.
Preceded in death by her husband, Dr. Woodtli R.; her parents, Arthur and Helen Brinkel; stepmother, Dorothy; two brothers, Walter and Arthur.
She is survived by her four children and spouses, Barbara (Vern) Smith, Mary Kay (Jack) Reese, Woodtli R. II (Linda) Grandin and Pamela (Chuck) Conroy. She is also survived by her brother and sister-in-law, Edward (Ginny) Brinkel; three sisters and brother-in-law, Evelyn (Guy Dale) Richison, Ida Mae Kite and Geneva (Bud) Sprauer; 12 grandchildren and 1 great-granddaughter.
Prayer service 9:30 a.m. Monday at the Tobia Funeral Home. Mass of ChristianBurial 10 a.m. Monday, Ascension Catholic Church. Internment at David's Cemetery.
Ours was a strange relationship between my grandmother and my family. She lived in a huge house in Oakwood. I can remember shoveling her driveway during the winter. I can remember the smell of the shed attached to the garage that held the yard toys like hula hoops and lawn darts. Nothing like being a pre-teen boy and playing with lawn darts. I was always told that my brothers and I were not allowed to see the upstairs of her house. My brother even asks, "There was an upstairs?" I however remember the upstairs. Maybe I was just to damn cute. There was the bathroom with the Star Trek transporter beam (glass door)and I even got to see the attic. I can remember her baby-sitting us and she would stroke my red hair (brown now). She was the queen of Woe Is Me's and my mom and her would butt heads on occasion. She had broncitis and eventually started using oxygen. My mom says she played the game too long and got in too far to turn back. I can remember having my first crush on a girl that lived near her so I visited my grandma as an excuse to drive by the girl's house. It was a pleasant visit and one of the first times I felt like a grown up around her. She soon had more problems breathing and went into the hospital. My brother brought her "It's A Boy" balloon and other toys from the gift shop. She liked that and was responsive. For some reason I didn't visit her after that until the day we were called into Hospice. It wasn't her and she died that night. One funny story about her stay at Hospice is that she was out of it and my mother sat by her and made her amends and told her it was okay to go. According to my mother, out of nowhere, her head shot up and she stared right at my mom. I can't help but laugh when my mom tells that story.
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