My Grandmother Williams
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My Grandmother Williams 5/21/2017
I am Brett Neal Williams, a grandson of Laura Gertrude Williams, otherwise known as simply Grandma. I am the oldest son of Neal and Ruth Williams. My dad, Neal, is Grandma’s 12th and youngest child. I grew up on Hahn road in Pingree right next to my grandma (see picture). The term “right next to” in Pingree might be different than you expect. It was actually about a quarter mile away, but there was only a field between our houses.
I spent a considerable amount of time at Grandma’s house, and she spent a lot of time at my house. She would always come over for our birthday’s every year. We would pick her up for church, which was a challenge since we usually only drove a 4 door car, with 3 adults and 6 kids, it was packed. Grandma used to say, “If there is room in the heart, there is room in the car.” I always shoveled the snow from her sidewalks in the winter and mowed her lawn in the summers, of course my siblings helped too. I also helped her weed her garden and flower beds and flood irrigate everything. I used to climb her apple tree and pick tart green apples. She had a great swing between a tree and an A-frame that must have been 15 feet tall or something. We could really get swinging really high.
I also played a lot of basketball in her driveway, shooting at the basket attached to her garage. Since her garage door had glass windows in it, we had to raise the door just enough so that we wouldn’t break any. I didn’t have a hoop at my house so this is really the place where I learned to love basketball, and pursued it in Jr. High and High School. Grandma also loved to hear me play the piano, or at least she told me she did. I used to go in and practice the piano in her living room and loved her encouragement.
We would have family home evenings monthly at her house, that involved the extended Williams family. I got to know my uncles and aunts so much better due to this regular contact. I also saw so many of my cousins. For a while the cousins would have a gift exchange at Christmas time. I remember at these family home evenings that Grandma would often teach us about the gospel and her love of it. She would tell us how grateful she was to be sealed in the temple, and how important it was for each of us to live worthy to be able to return to live with Heavenly Father. I knew that she had a strong testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ, and a deep love for Him. She was the best example of Christ-like love.
I remember that she gave me my very own bible. I think that I was probably around 12. We read scriptures pretty regularly in my home, but now I had my own book with my name engraved on it. I knew how much my Grandmother loved the scriptures, and knew that I needed to study this book.
She had a remarkable influence on me my entire life. My grandmother died while I was serving my mission in Nagoya, Japan. I remember it well. My mission president called to inform me, and told me that I could call home if I wanted. I had never called home, since the cost was so high. I knew that it would be expensive to call so I didn’t, but I remember crying quite a bit about the loss of my grandmother. She was such a wonderful woman, and a dear friend. I really admired her, and I can’t wait to see her again one day.