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Seeing posts of vintage machining tools plus tomorrow being mother's day makes me think about my Granny Basham, my maternal grandfather's mother.
She was a single mother in the 1940s, raising my Grandpa on her own. She was a force and one of my favorite people to ever exist.
She was a single mother in the 1940s, raising my Grandpa on her own. She was a force and one of my favorite people to ever exist.
From what I understand, she needed a way to make a living on her own, but no one was willing to take on a woman as an apprentice for a trade. So, she went to the library and learned everything she could about electrical coils, motors, and machinery repair.
She went to work for a man who owned a small machine shop making electrical coils for mining machines and locomotives. She went own to own the company, where she employed my Grandpa, uncle, mother, and a couple of others.
My grandpa ran the business after her until around 2010, when the mining economy slowed to a trickle and the shop was no longer viable.
Buggy whips and all that...
Buggy whips and all that...
Granny B rocked. She was a boss in every sense of the word and made her own way in man's world.
She was one of the few adults who was willing to run around the yard playing pretend with me. I'll never forget thinking that she knew how to play just like a kid. She was in her 70s
She was one of the few adults who was willing to run around the yard playing pretend with me. I'll never forget thinking that she knew how to play just like a kid. She was in her 70s
Late in life she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's and the woman who left this world was but a shadow of the woman who remains in my memories.
Anyway, no point to this thread other than public reminiscing.
Happy mother's day, Granny. Thank you. Love you.
Anyway, no point to this thread other than public reminiscing.
Happy mother's day, Granny. Thank you. Love you.
