Letty Coburn came to this country by boat at the tender age of 16 from Ireland. Her Aunt in New York City sponsored her to come to this country legally. She told me the trip on the ship was long and very rough, and when she arrived at Ellis Island, she was really sick. She had to fib about her age and said she was 18. Grandma worked as a domestic servant. The most important thing to Grandma was to become an American Citizen.
Grandma married Harry R. Woods. They lived in NYC until 1959 and then moved to Bethel, Connecticut, which she termed as "a little bit o'heaven." My Grandma was at home with a needle, thread and fabric in her hands.
Dear Grandma, I remember making you laugh. Remember when I was trying to keep from laughing in church and you scolded me? I whispered that I thought Pastor Randall looked like Felix the Cat, and I saw you trying to keep from laughing too! We walked home after church and laughed ourselves silly! Remember sewing one of my dresses for school? It was a beautiful brown calico fabric, but you had sewn the skirt on inside out? You laughed so hard.
I remember your bread and butter pickles... yuck blaah, sorry I hated them, but your homemade soups and coffee cake were to die for, the garden, the compost scraps, the baconettes, your Melita coffee maker, your lovely daisy afghan (which I still have), walking to the village, the homemade dolls, my Mary Poppins doll you made from scrap material, your Irish/Brooklyn accent, the smell of your L'origan perfume, 'Certainly Red' Revlon lipstick your one and only cosmetic (and it certainly was red...) I remember when we were glued to the TV watching Bette Davis in Dead Ringer. I begged Grandpa to let us watch it and even he was even glued to the set, but didn't want to admit it. I miss you more than you will ever know. Rest in peace, my sweet Grandma, until I see you again.
This lady is what America is made of.
Grandma married Harry R. Woods. They lived in NYC until 1959 and then moved to Bethel, Connecticut, which she termed as "a little bit o'heaven." My Grandma was at home with a needle, thread and fabric in her hands.
Dear Grandma, I remember making you laugh. Remember when I was trying to keep from laughing in church and you scolded me? I whispered that I thought Pastor Randall looked like Felix the Cat, and I saw you trying to keep from laughing too! We walked home after church and laughed ourselves silly! Remember sewing one of my dresses for school? It was a beautiful brown calico fabric, but you had sewn the skirt on inside out? You laughed so hard.
I remember your bread and butter pickles... yuck blaah, sorry I hated them, but your homemade soups and coffee cake were to die for, the garden, the compost scraps, the baconettes, your Melita coffee maker, your lovely daisy afghan (which I still have), walking to the village, the homemade dolls, my Mary Poppins doll you made from scrap material, your Irish/Brooklyn accent, the smell of your L'origan perfume, 'Certainly Red' Revlon lipstick your one and only cosmetic (and it certainly was red...) I remember when we were glued to the TV watching Bette Davis in Dead Ringer. I begged Grandpa to let us watch it and even he was even glued to the set, but didn't want to admit it. I miss you more than you will ever know. Rest in peace, my sweet Grandma, until I see you again.
This lady is what America is made of.
Letty Coburn came to this country by boat at the tender age of 16 from Ireland. Her Aunt in New York City sponsored her to come to this country legally. She told me the trip on the ship was long and very rough, and when she arrived at Ellis Island, she was really sick. She had to fib about her age and said she was 18. Grandma worked as a domestic servant. The most important thing to Grandma was to become an American Citizen.
Grandma married Harry R. Woods. They lived in NYC until 1959 and then moved to Bethel, Connecticut, which she termed as "a little bit o'heaven." My Grandma was at home with a needle, thread and fabric in her hands.
Dear Grandma, I remember making you laugh. Remember when I was trying to keep from laughing in church and you scolded me? I whispered that I thought Pastor Randall looked like Felix the Cat, and I saw you trying to keep from laughing too! We walked home after church and laughed ourselves silly! Remember sewing one of my dresses for school? It was a beautiful brown calico fabric, but you had sewn the skirt on inside out? You laughed so hard.
I remember your bread and butter pickles... yuck blaah, sorry I hated them, but your homemade soups and coffee cake were to die for, the garden, the compost scraps, the baconettes, your Melita coffee maker, your lovely daisy afghan (which I still have), walking to the village, the homemade dolls, my Mary Poppins doll you made from scrap material, your Irish/Brooklyn accent, the smell of your L'origan perfume, 'Certainly Red' Revlon lipstick your one and only cosmetic (and it certainly was red...) I remember when we were glued to the TV watching Bette Davis in Dead Ringer. I begged Grandpa to let us watch it and even he was even glued to the set, but didn't want to admit it. I miss you more than you will ever know. Rest in peace, my sweet Grandma, until I see you again.
This lady is what America is made of.
Grandma married Harry R. Woods. They lived in NYC until 1959 and then moved to Bethel, Connecticut, which she termed as "a little bit o'heaven." My Grandma was at home with a needle, thread and fabric in her hands.
Dear Grandma, I remember making you laugh. Remember when I was trying to keep from laughing in church and you scolded me? I whispered that I thought Pastor Randall looked like Felix the Cat, and I saw you trying to keep from laughing too! We walked home after church and laughed ourselves silly! Remember sewing one of my dresses for school? It was a beautiful brown calico fabric, but you had sewn the skirt on inside out? You laughed so hard.
I remember your bread and butter pickles... yuck blaah, sorry I hated them, but your homemade soups and coffee cake were to die for, the garden, the compost scraps, the baconettes, your Melita coffee maker, your lovely daisy afghan (which I still have), walking to the village, the homemade dolls, my Mary Poppins doll you made from scrap material, your Irish/Brooklyn accent, the smell of your L'origan perfume, 'Certainly Red' Revlon lipstick your one and only cosmetic (and it certainly was red...) I remember when we were glued to the TV watching Bette Davis in Dead Ringer. I begged Grandpa to let us watch it and even he was even glued to the set, but didn't want to admit it. I miss you more than you will ever know. Rest in peace, my sweet Grandma, until I see you again.
This lady is what America is made of.
