This past week I made the long drive back home to Connecticut. My grandma has passed away and we spent the week celebrating her life. I didn’t want this to be a sad post, because she made it to 97 years old and had a great and fulfilled life. My family spent the week digging through old pictures, visiting her favorite spots in town, and laughing over her feisty personality. I’ll be honest though- I always have disliked coming up here. Everything in New England is a bit older (including the people, apparently! Okay…you’re right, that wasn’t funny), and I never have grown to appreciate the history behind this place. But spending the week going back to 1914 and visiting her old town was so much fun. I thought I would wrap this week up with a tribute post to my grandma and her sweet life as well.

One of the first things we pulled out was her autograph book from when she was growing up. They used to keep a little book and have their friends sign it after a week at camp, or your friends at church. We laughed so hard reading through some of the things that 15 year olds thought was funny back in the early 1900’s. Then we came to this page. It was a note from my grandpa to my grandma when he was trying to date her. The date on it was June 13, 1934. 1934!!! Can you believe that? We laughed at how cheesy his note was, but apparently it worked! It says:
June 13, '34
Ashes are Ashes
Dust is Dust
If it weren’t for you
My lips would burst.
“Red” Millen
P.S. Office hours are one till won.
We spent one night digging through the box she kept at the nursing home and found some really neat stuff. We also found some things like a plaque that said “Grandma” on it. I looked at my cousin and said “Aw, Katie, that was so nice of you to give her this!” And she said “Uhh, I didn’t give her this.” All of the grandkids looked around at each other before we realize that my grandma actually took it from her roommate in the nursing home. When you are 97 years old…you take what you want and no one will say anything.
Their wedding cake toppers. How cute!
This is a town icon where she grew up. All of the kids would go here after school (or skip school!) to get some food. My grandma LOVED Bart’s hot dogs. When my grandma turned 90 we wanted to take her out to a fancy dinner. When we asked her where she wanted to go she said “Bart’s!” So, all dressed up…we all went down to Bart's to get a good old greasy hot dog (I wasn’t complaining). So, yesterday, we all went down to Bart’s to have a hot dog in honor of Grandma. That’s my mom and uncle Jack in the window.
Oh, I guess I will eat a Hot Dog…only because it’s in honor of my grandma. Yeah, that’s it.
This is my cousin Katie (one of my grandma’s other grandkids). She was living in Uganda with her husband and four kids for 6th months and I went to visit them for a mission trip. She flew all the way over from California to celebrate my grandma this week. It was such a blessing to be able to spend this time with her. We stayed up all night like little girls having a slumber party. She has such a heart for the Lord and is my role model. If I could be half of the wife and mom that she is I would be so blessed. I love her.
Obsessed with this old picture we found! It’s of Katie and my grandma growing up. Katie would always love to switch glasses with grandma.
The significance of 409. My mom grew up on 409 broad street. And that number followed her around her whole life. All of her phone numbers ended in 409, and when my grandma had knee surgery my mom woke up at 4:09 in the morning with knee pain. There were little things like this that always made her shout 409! I’ll admit…my mom probably looked extra hard for this number, and we played along. Then, my grandma died on April 9 (4/09) at 4:09am. Alright Mom, we believe you now. Then at the church service my mom opened up the hymn book and it landed on hymn 409. The name of the hymn was “And my Mother Says to Me.” I think it’s important to note that when these things happen, it wasn’t my grandma trying to tell my mom something. And if it did have any connection at all, it was a message from the LORD, not grandma. But the words of the hymn were “And when I die, I will say to you…Give me Jesus.”
What a great message to end a great week celebrating the life of my Grandma, Mary Louise Millen.