Judy was full of spunk and always had a smile for everyone! Except for the day she came across Hemlock Court in hysterics screaming for my mom!! “Fay Fay she yelled!” Mama went running out and Judy cryed “Ya gotta come get the cat outta the dryer!” Mama and Judy headed across the street with my mama thinking the cat refused to come out! It was only when she peeped inside did mama find that the poor cat was demised, having crawled into lay on the warm clothes and Judy turned it on not realizing what had happened. Judy had a heart of gold and was so distraught over the loss of the cat. Funny. Not funny. But just another memory of such a heartfelt, loving lady. RIP Ms. Judy. Love ya and so fortunate to have known you. ❤️
I had been wanting a cat the entire time I was living with Mom and Mike. I was told I had to wait to move out before getting a cat. One day, Mom and I went to the thrift store and saw a cat laying on the counter. He was so sweet and I was told that he was up for adoption. I knew that I wouldn't be able to adopt him. But mom told me to tell Mike about the cat. I was shocked when Mike told me I could have him. Me and Mom hurried up and went back to the thrift store before he changed his mind! I love that Mom helped me get my Benjamin.
When you moved to Dale Dr., your home became such a special place to me and the other siblings. It became our safe haven. It is where we would come hang out with you and grandpa before school, and walk to after school. You would always have special snacks waiting for us after school like gummies, crackers, drink mix and GABE'S barbecue chips. When we were arguing with the parents, it was a place we could come and escape. It is my favorite memory for the Christmas holidays. As I've grown up, it has become one of my kids favorite places to come visit. Thank you for allowing us to invade your space, have long conversations on the back porch with a crossword and coffee, and mostly make many memories with you and Grandpa.
One time, you told me that if I ever wanted to kill someone and not be caught, I should slip antifreeze into their drink. You said that it is odorless and tasteless. They would notice at all.
Donna and I were visiting Judy and Mike. Abby had moved out of the house a couple of weeks ago and left her goldfish behind. Judy went to the aquarium and scooped up the goldfish and without a moment of hesitation, dropped the live fish in the tank with her Oscar fish. Earl ate the goldfish within seconds. Donna and I stood there shocked. Judy said, "I told her to take everything she cared about." Judy always said and did things that kept me "Off balance." I will miss those things the most.
One of my favorite memories with Mrs. Judy was likely also one of the most embarrassing but hilarious memories I have with this family. Gabe was moving into college and I was going with Mrs. Donna and Sensie to help move him into his dorm. I rode to Lafayette with Gabe, and back with Mrs. Donna and Sensie. Ironically, they were both making jokes about how they would make the car ride home awkward. On the way home, Mrs. Judy called and made sure it would be. As soon as Mrs. Donna had got Mrs. Judy on speaker shone, she immediately said for the whole car to hear, something along the lines of "I hope you guys packed some condoms for Gabe, We don't want any surprises." It was hilarious, and partially humiliating. When I saw he next, She went in for a hug and apologized saying, "I just make jokes like that." I will always cherish all of her outlandish stories and all of her jokes.
After hurricane Katrina Judy and Mike welcomed us into their home following quadruple bypass surgery Tony had at the Heart Hospital in Lacombe. We lived with them for two months and I became close to Judy. She and I remained close and saw her and Mike often and had many telephone conversations until the last one when she told me how difficult it was to breathe. I will miss her very much. May she have eternal rest in heaven.
Some of my best memories of Grandma are from when we moved to Slidell to live with you. Moving from my hometown was difficult, but you were there for us every step of the way! Our relationship grew a lot closer when we would just hangout and watch movies together. I would always love when you would come support me at the football games, watching me in the color guard. You even came to my banquet when mom couldn't. Another big memory of you is when you would treat me and my sisters to some Shanes. You always loved those Shanes on a hot day. I will always cherish these memories of you. Thank you so much for always being there for me. I love you so much.
I remember one time when Katie and I were really little, Grandma took us Shopping to pick out porcelain dolls for our birthday. Grandma has always loved her dolls and I thought it was really special that she took us to do that!
Mom and I took Haley to her orientation at Southeastern Louisiana University. To kill time while we waited for Haley, Mom and I worked on a crossword with a long word who's clue was "bedspread". We could not get it. We solved all the other words so the letters filled in to form the word "counterpane." We were so puzzled having never heard this word in our life. Mom decided it would be fun to get home and keep using counterpane in a sentence and see how long it took Larry and Mike to ask what a counterpane was. We kept saying, "I want to go shopping for a new counterpane." Or, "I saw the prettiest counterpane at Patty's." Larry didn't take the bait, but Mike was finally asked, "What the hell is a counterpane?" Mama just giggled and giggled. She cracked herself up!
Grandpa always loved making spaces beautiful and filling her home full of sentimental memories. Grandma was always excited to add another drawing or painting of her beloved dogs and vacations to her collection. My favorite memory of our artistic endeavors is when she asked me to paint Grandpa, all of their dogs, past and present and herself hiking a trail in the Smokies together. She would ask me questions like I was a Bob Ross painting lesson. Lots of questions like "How did you get that texture on the trees?" Working on that painting became our art lessons together. She got the bug and began painting series after that. She would proudly display them, and tell me and everyone who would listen about her "concepts." I loved her paintings- most of all because it reminds me of the time we spent together, and how much she left of herself for us to keep.
My first time meeting Mrs. Judy, we were all in the Dragon Wagon coming back from church when Celebration Church was still in the movie theater. On our way back, someone mentioned putting you in a retirement home. Without missing a beat, you said, "If you put me in a retirement home, I would come out the Alpha Old Person!" It was one of the funniest things I have ever heard in my life. I am a very quiet person, but I observe a lot of what is going on. The love you put into your family is extremely admirable. It is a characteristic that I can only dream of having one day. Your family loves you, and I love you as well.
I remember times when people would tell "Mother-In-Law" jokes (usually derogatory). I always told them I couldn't share in their humor because I had an Awesome Mother-In-Law! Apparently, there aren't a lot of people who can claim that. I'm having a hard time holding back the tears. She was beautiful in so many ways. Vibrant, caring, and above all, she was a ray of sunshine to be around. She should have outlived us both and probably would have.
Christmas Eve was always my favorite holiday. It was Grandma's holiday, and one of the few times a year that the entire family would come together. We exchanged gifts, songs, food, and drink. Grandma would usually treat herself to a few wine coolers or glasses of wine with ice cubes in it. One Christmas Eve, she may have indulged in one too many adult beverages. I clearly remember giving her a hug goodbye. As she leaned back, she announced for the whole family to hear, "Mike is getting lucky tonight! We'll put on a show for the dogs in the gazebo!" To this day, that is one of my favorite jaw-dropping Christmas memories. Stay dirty, love fiercely, and keep everyone guessing Grandma.
I had only ever seen two pictures from my birth. Grandma was in both of them. In the first photo, she was passed out on the floor waiting for me. and in the second photo, she is holding me. I was a tiny stick baby. But she was there waiting on me. She said that she had waited on a boy for so long. That and the age difference is probably why she had all the other grand children call me Uncle Brandon. I wasn't their uncle, that felt weird in a lot of ways- but she considered me a son. I lived with her on an off for most of my life. I messed up a lot in my life. But she was my rock. No matter how low I got, I always knew no matter where I was, that there was one person who was thinking about me, who loved me. She may have been a tough lady,, but she was the one person that I could count on to make me feel like I had a place in this world. It's really hard to reconcile that she is isn't with us.
Every week for a few years I would look forward to spending time with you on our trips to visit Brandon. Always the same routine- go to Grandma's, work on puzzles, then go have lunch with Brandon. It was usually just the three of us, but I was happy to have that time with you.
I did not inherit Grandma's taste in food. Grandma didn't like anything that was bad for you, like cheese, cream, chocolate, and sour cream. What she loved was very well done everything. When I think of 4th of July, I think about Grandpa Mike on the grill, and Grandma announcing that she wanted a burn one, because the "black weenies" were her favorite.
I remember when I was little, I would spend my summer breaks with Grandma and Grandpa. I remember early quiet mornings with the three of us gathered around the table. I would eat the little single serve boxes of cereal. Grandpa would sit and read the newspaper after his night shift. Grandma would sit and drink her coffee before work. While this memory is nothing "special" I feel as though it taught me to enjoy the quiet, simple things. These mornings are the only examples I have of this type of peaceful and comforting quiet.
I remember your stone goose that you dressed up in outfits for the different holidays. Soon after you got two real geese for your pond on hooper Dr. you got the brilliant idea to put the Betsy Ross outfit on the living goose for our 4th of July celebration. The outfit was complete with face arms holding a tiny American Flag. Well, next thing we see is Ivy (the goose) running across the yard with that flag flapping back and forth. Mike is chasing her, sure that she will fall into the pond and drown with that outfit on. It was the funniest sight. You and I almost peed ourselves watching Mike and Ivy running around the yard!
Growing up home-schooled you have a different perspective on family. There were times that I was often jealous of what children in other families had- mostly socially. In retrospect I feel like I had much more. I may not have had a lot of friends in the neighborhood or from school being home-schooled. Instead, I was afforded the opportunity to grow close with my family in a way that has made me ready to take on the world. My Grandma Judy was the best grandmother a girl could have asked for. She growing up and through adulthood she was more like a friend than just a grandmother. She hosted possibly the first girls sleep overs that I can remember, with My sister Sydney, my cousins, and myself. She always wanted a close relationship with her grandchildren, but I think she also wanted to make sure that we were able to experience some of the rights of passage that girls get when they aren't home-schooled. Sleep overs at grandma Judy's were filled with junk food, movies, laughter, dolls, and pranks on my cousin Brandon. Grandma always had a child-like since of humor, but she also talked to has about having compassionate hearts. Not all of our pranks won her approval. Staying at Grandma Judy's was may favorite place away from home. As I grew older she would joke about who we could always stay together, and she would be my roommate at Southeastern. Most young adults in college would not be terribly excited to live with a grandparent 50 years their senior. I however, though that would have been an amazing adventure.
One of my earliest memories of her was in her old house with the spiral staircase. She would sometimes refuse to sleep in her own room just to stay in the guest room with us while we visited. I loved that about her.
When I was working at the Home Depot in New Orleans East, I was driving a big Dodge Ram 8 cylinder. I wanted to get a small truck to save on gas. I asked Judy if she wanted to go with me to look. She said, "No, I trust you!" So off I go and I ask the sales man if he has any small trucks. He shows me the one he has, and I say, "That's a nice blue truck!" Keep in mind I am colorblind. That sales man didn't say a word! So I arrive home and Judy comes out to see the truck and asks, "Why did you buy a purple truck?" I said, "It's Blue!" She said, "Uh, no. You bought a Barney truck!" It took me asking several people before I was convinced that I had bought a purple truck.