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Lula Belle <I>Lindsey</I> Osborn Glass

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Lula Belle Lindsey Osborn Glass

Birth
Stone County, Arkansas, USA
Death
24 Dec 1965 (aged 83)
Lubbock, Lubbock County, Texas, USA
Burial
Bosque County, Texas, USA Add to Map
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Lula Belle Lindsey Osborn, my grandmother, wife of John Henry Osborn, daughter of, John Kemp Lindsey and Mary H. Ford. Sister of Charity Lindsey Grisso, Jim Lindsey, George Lindsey, Henry Earl Lindsey, Hattie Rowena Lindsey Hyde, Beverly Benton Lindsey and Walter Lindsey. Mother of Delphia Marie Osborne Wales, Irvin Earl Osborne and J. D. Osborne.
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I wish that I would have listened more intently to your stories Grandma. I was so young and did not see you often. I remember the story of how the Indians stole the milk cow that was a wedding present. I can remember just bits and pieces of what you told me about your early life. I did listen closely when you spoke of how bad you felt when the Navy notified you that Dad had been killed on Corregidor. Then when the news came nearly 2 years later that he was a P.O.W. how you felt bad about feeling good. I remember you always having a story and how you liked to sit on the porch in the evenings.
I do remember that you always had tears in your eyes when you spoke of Grandpa Osborn and how very much you had loved him. He had been gone for so long but you missed him as if he had just passed away. The last time that I saw you we took you to his grave. I think you were happy in a way to know that you would soon be together again.
I miss you Grandma and I will always love you.
Lula Belle Lindsey Osborn, my grandmother, wife of John Henry Osborn, daughter of, John Kemp Lindsey and Mary H. Ford. Sister of Charity Lindsey Grisso, Jim Lindsey, George Lindsey, Henry Earl Lindsey, Hattie Rowena Lindsey Hyde, Beverly Benton Lindsey and Walter Lindsey. Mother of Delphia Marie Osborne Wales, Irvin Earl Osborne and J. D. Osborne.
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I wish that I would have listened more intently to your stories Grandma. I was so young and did not see you often. I remember the story of how the Indians stole the milk cow that was a wedding present. I can remember just bits and pieces of what you told me about your early life. I did listen closely when you spoke of how bad you felt when the Navy notified you that Dad had been killed on Corregidor. Then when the news came nearly 2 years later that he was a P.O.W. how you felt bad about feeling good. I remember you always having a story and how you liked to sit on the porch in the evenings.
I do remember that you always had tears in your eyes when you spoke of Grandpa Osborn and how very much you had loved him. He had been gone for so long but you missed him as if he had just passed away. The last time that I saw you we took you to his grave. I think you were happy in a way to know that you would soon be together again.
I miss you Grandma and I will always love you.


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