Since March is Women’s History Month this week I am featuring my Grandmother, Marie Louise Titter Young (1907-1996). I believe it is thanks to her that my family has all the wonderful documents that have led to this Blog. I am beginning to think she was the family history nerd before me. If only she had given me her crumb topping and green tomato pickle recipes . . . . .
This week I’ve diverted to going through photographs that she saved (many do not have any identification on them, why didn’t I do this before my father died?) and newspaper clippings (if she knew you or parents she saved your birth, death, engagement, wedding or any other clipping in which your name might have appeared).
Grandma was born in the Lima/Tanguy area of Delaware County, PA to John and Mary Titter. John was a farmer and her mother, well her mother was apparently not a very nice person. As is stated in an undated newspaper clipping at the time of her parents divorce – yes she saved this too. “In affirming the lower court, Judge Stadtfeld said in part: The record shows the respondent was of a cruel disposition and nature. Her hostile manner was directed particularly against her husband and daughter and epileptic son . . . .” Yikes!!!!
I can remember how she used to tell me that her father would often send her on errands to get her away from her mother. Her favorite errand was riding the horses to the Blacksmith Shop. I credit her with my love for horses and riding.
She had two brothers, Gordon and Vincent (who I believe she called Tucker). Her father and her brothers are buried at Cumberland Cemetery in Lima, PA. As are quite a few of the Youngs.
One of her childhood friends was Joe Lownes.
They remained friends until their respect deaths. Joe, and his wife Grace, ran a successful nursery operation in Springfield Township Delaware County from 1936 to 1986. Grandma herself always had a way with plants and gardens. When I think of her I think of zinnias, red geraniums, rhubarb, picking and pitting cherries and making cherry pies, and half frozen strawberries on the Thanksgiving table which my brother, sister and I ate in short order more or less an an appetizer while waiting for the turkey to be carved.
She met my Grandfather C. Earl Young when on his way home from work he would pick her up in his wagon and give her a lift home from school. Speaking of school – here’s one of the photos – no date – no location of course. I’m thinking it might be Tanguy School. And while it could be that it’s my father’s class picture there is a little girl in the center of the back row that looks a lot like my sister when she was little.
My children and I were blessed to have her live with us for several years before a series of strokes required that she be placed into nursing care. I will always be very grateful for that time we had together.