Family of Saints
Grandmother had some sort of power over Dad. Maybe it came to her with age. She was eighty-eight years old, born in the last years of the 19th century, and was a mobile, keen, blunt Texas lady. From age four to eighteen, she lived in a Southern Baptist orphanage north of Dallas, where she developed what Dad thought were her ridiculous hard-shell ways. Her parents were British immigrants; her father a struggling preacher and fledgling farmer, and her mother an asthmatic woman prone to bouts of weakness and bed-rest. The hard life on the Texas prairie was too much for them. A wealthy playboy uncle, the opposite of his brother's stern piety, paid for Grandmother to attend the Texas Women's College, where she earned a degree in the unlady-like field of finance. Of course, in the early 20th century, jobs for women in the financial world were limited. Grandmother had worked at the First National Bank in Denton, where she was the first bank teller with a degree.
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