Harriet Lydia Brown Berrett
11 April 1884 – 16 May 1963
My Grandma Berrett died in 1963 when I was just 9 years old. Because I was so young when she died, and our family had lived in Michigan for a number of years, I have just a few vague memories of her. I suppose we visited my dad’s family in Utah every year or so, but I don’t remember much. As a result, I anticipated that as I recorded the family history here, I’d simply share what others have said about her. But when I began to read what others have written about her, I realized that I do have a connection with my Grandma. Time and distance may have prevented me from having the same kind of relationship with her as I did with my Gram, but I do feel a closeness to her as I remember my childhood visits.
And so I don’t forget the few memories I have, here are 10 things I remember about my Grandma Berrett:
- The table in the corner of the kitchen was where we ate meals at Grandma’s house. Hanging above the table was a painting of some children burying a dead rabbit.
- Several tables in the living room and dresser tops in the bedrooms were very simply adorned with lace doilies that Grandma tatted (or crocheted?)
- Grandma’s hair was quite gray, and she always had it pulled it up in some kind of little bun on the back of her head.
- She was a gentle and soft spoken woman.
- Grandma Berrett never wore slacks, and always wore sensible black lace up shoes.
- As we usually visited in the summer, she often bottled countless jars of fruits and vegetables during our visit. I’m sure some of those jars made it back to Michigan with us.
- Breakfast was huge at her house, and always included some form of “mush.”
- She was 70 years old when I was born, and seemed quite old to my little girl self, but she stayed very busy in the kitchen and around the house.
- A bowl of bread and milk was a regular menu item at Grandma’s house. I think it was most commonly part of a Sunday night supper.
- When we were leaving her house to return to Michigan on one occasion, she stood in the driveway and got teary-eyed at our departure. I felt a connection to her as I realized that she loved us, and we were part of her family.