Today we buried my grandmother so I am taking a break from the norm to tell a few stories about her. I will write more later in the week.
Lucille, MaCille, Lucy. She was by far the strongest woman you would ever meet. Her feisty attitude and warmth preceded her everywhere she went. Today I was thinking of her telling Denbigh about her returning home from one of their stays at the White House to realize she had left her girdle. Denbigh asked if she got it back and she gave him a look and said, "Denbigh, who are you going to call at the White House to get your girdle back?!" Once she and DaBo had dropped off some paintings to LBJ and Lady Bird and she saw that he hadn't paid them the right amount of money. She called Lyndon up and told him about it. He never let her live it down. He would always say," what woman do you know of that would call the President of the United States and tell him that he owed her more money?!" That is just the woman she was. Strong. Fierce. Passionate. Helpmate. She was a beautiful picture of how a woman can encourage and stand behind a man in everything she did. I celebrate her vibrancy today.
I love you, Cille.