My Grandma Ola finally went home on Tuesday night. She would have been 87 years old on November 7th, and one of the things she and I talked about not long ago was how full her life had been. I’ve always seen her as a Renaissance woman; she had so many experiences in her life and has seen many many things. For example, in 1977 she traveled completely around the world. We were living in Isfahan, Iran at the time and she came all the way from El Paso, Texas by herself to see us. What an adventurous spirit! She helped my parents pack up our home and take care of my brothers and me as we took a circuitous route back to the States. We traveled from Iran to, New Dehli, to Bangkok, to Singapore, to Jakarta, to New Caledonia, to Fiji, to American Samoa, to Tahiti, to Bora, Bora, then home to the United States. I’ve just spent the last hour reading through her travel journal/photo album of this landmark trip. It was wonderful to read about our experiences in her own hand. I even saw some pictures I’ve never seen before. Here are some of my favorites (please excuse the quality).
Grandma “horsing around” at Persepolis, the palace of King Darius in Iran.
At the ruins of Persepolis. Yes, all three of us have a #12 t-shirt on, we were Cowboy’s fans of course.
At a luau in Bora Bora, French Polynesia.
On an outrigger in Tahiti.
Going through her albums reminded me of her lively nature and adventurous spirit. She was always ready to live big. Thanks Grandma for the lovely memories!
what fabulous pictures. What a great thing to have to remember her by.