Tuesday, May 17, 2011

William and Annie Glade, Memories

Memories Beverly Glade Wessman had of her grandparents:

Annie was immaculate about herself and her housekeeping. She had a delightful sense of humor and was generous with her homemade bread and strawberry jam when we usually went to visit on Sunday nights. She always welcomed us and was glad we came. She was always sweet and kind, never hurried or too busy. Whenever I left the LDS Hospital with a new baby, we always stopped to show Grandma Glade our newest baby. She died before Mark and Marie were born.

I was the next to oldest grandchild. Ben Walton Jr. was the oldest but grew up in California. I was six years younger than Aunt Hazel, her youngest daughter. I was having my own family when Grandmother Glade’s daughters were having her grandchildren who were my cousins.

Grandpa Glade tended sleeping Roger one afternoon for an hour and a half when I ran an errand with Ann. Ann visited her Great-Grandma Glade’s on 3 or 4 occasions. One day Grandma Glade was making bread and used a piece of wax paper to grease her bread pans. Ann said, “Oh, mother just uses her fingers!” What a laugh we enjoyed.

In her last year she wasn’t well and succumbed 22 November, 1957, a month after our Patricia Lucile had died on 20 October, 1957.

She had long grey hair done with a little bun in the back. She was small, maybe 5 foot 2 inches and stood very straight. Her legs had horrible varicose veins which she often kept wrapped. She was spry, very alert and conversive. I knew I was important to her. Will always put his index and 3rd finger on my cheek and pushed his thumb between the 2 fingers and said in a Scottish brogue, “You’re a fine baby gudrl.” (Pronounced Guddle-Scottish for girl). With a roll in his tongue for the “R.” It was his way of expressing his love for me and I loved it.


  1. Enjoyed reading about your grandparents. Seems they were very loving each in their own way. I like the two fingers and thumb thing, and will begin using that with my own grandchildren - sans the Scottish brogue, though. LOL?

  2. Thanks, Myrtle.

    Part of the funny thing about that story is that Will was not Scottish, but evidently after marrying into a Scottish family he picked up a thing or two. : )