Day Nine -- Great Grandma Annie

I don't think I could've crammed any more living into this day.  After teaching three classes, holding office hours, and spending five hours w/ my younger daughter and other friends at a volleyball tournament, I've decided I didn't waste any minute of this day.  In my Mourning Glories blog, I think I mentioned that my great grandmother, Annie, kept a journal from the late 1880's to the 1930's.  Most of her entries involved her daily activities, much like this blog is doing, as she dealt w/ Crohn's Disease.  Well, at that time they called it tuberculosis of the bowels, b/c Dr. Crohn hadn't put his name to it yet.  Despite usually feeling quite tired, she still managed to bake and sew and cook and clean and tend a garden.  When she says things like, "I didn't accomplish much today," but then goes on to list the four pies and three loaves of bread she baked, and the clothes she ironed.  But every once-in-awhile she tells stories of how the doctor removed her older daughter's tonsils while the little girl sat on her lap at the kitchen table, and how the neighbor lady committed suicide leaving a husband a several small children.  I think Mom gathered strength from her grandmother's journals, especially since she never got a chance to know her.  I hope that if God feels it's necessary to call me home before I get to meet my grandchildren that they'll come to know me and their great and great, great grandmothers better through my blogs.