Today would have been my Great Grandma Lupe’s 122nd birthday if we lived as long as people did back in biblical times.
My Great Grandparents at the U.S. Border Circa 1923 with their son Joe (my grandmother’s brother)
My grandmother was born the next year in 1924. Her brother didn’t live long though – died of seizures at age 15. It’s weird to think that he died so young, yet my grandmother lived to be 96 years old.
My only memory of my Great Grandma Lupe was at my grandma’s house in Oakland when I was a little girl. I just remember her being in a wheelchair with my Grandma Esther kneeling in front of her, talking to her. And then I remember riding the yellow school bus one morning and telling one of my fellow classmates that my Great Grandma had just died. I think I was in the fifth grade.
Happy Birthday Great Grandma Lupe.
Tuesday, February 11, 2025:
Theresa Donahoe 