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Grandad and Grandma Robinson August 15, 2011

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Grandma was not a slow driver by Woody July 25, 2011

By Woody Lasher

 

Grandma was not a slow driver. One year the reunion was at Fred’s station. Woody told Grandma that he was going to her house, so he would follow her home. He thought that she would be a slow driver, so he waited about ten minutes before starting. He was pushing the speed limit but never saw her. When he got there, she had coffee on and it was already “perked”.

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Memories of Iva Della Robinson by Barbara Robinson June 3, 2011

Memories of Iva Della Robinson (as told by family members)

By Barbara Robinson (wife of Della’s son Jack)

Here are a couple of our kid’s favorite Iva Dee stories.

When Peggy was born, I had a difficult pregnancy and delivery so Grandma Iva D said she would come stay while I was in the hospital.  We had talked about taking out a wall to enlarge our downstairs bath.  Jack kidded her and said she could take out that wall while she was resting.

That night when Jack came in from work, the kids all met him at the door saying, “Grandma tore our house down”.  With a hammer and a butcher knife, she had taken out that wall.  After Grandma went home, the kids said she nearly worked them to death.  Made them make their beds every day and sweep the whole house!

Another favorite was when Keller was sick in bed, we were up there helping put up corn.  We were all working out on the west porch and Grandpa Keller kept sending Linda to ask a question, get a drink, etc.  Finally he told her to go ask something of Grandma and Linda said, “Huh-uh, Grandma looks side ways at me last time!”

 

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Memories of Iva Della Robinson by Leona Robinson

Memories of Iva Della Robinson (as told by family members)

By Leona Robinson (wife of Della’s son Wilbur J.)

My mother-in-law lost her mother while just a young girl.  She had to be self-reliant and able to make decisions.  She was not a stranger to hard work.  She was quick in her movements, very strong, and could accomplish much in a day’s time.

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Memories of Iva Della Robinson By Wilma Robinson Payne

Memories of Iva Della Robinson (as told by family members and transcribed by granddaughter LaDell)

 

By Wilma Robinson Payne (fourth daughter of Iva Della)

We use to get up at 4 a.m. to milk approximately 30 cows most of the time.

Mom always took a nap (which we all should) but you know 3-5 kids playing Annie-over, Blackman, Hide And Seek, etc. could not be quiet.  So when we would wake her up, she’d find very good use of the many, many elm trees Dad had planted around our home.  I was smarter in books than Fred but he would scream before he was hit and I would be beat to death.  When I’d go around the corner of the house, he’d be laughing at me.  Why I couldn’t figure that out, Tarus the Bull stubborn, I guess.

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Memories of Iva Della Robinson by Wilbur J. Robinson

Memories of Iva Della Robinson (as told by family members and transcribed by granddaughter LaDell)

 

Wilbur J. Robinson (second son of Della and Keller)

(Writing to his daughter, are the following comments):

LaDell, this will not be in order but just thoughts wrote down as I think.

Looking at the old pictures at the age of 12 or 13, Minnie Lee looked an awful lot like ma.  She was about 5’5” tall, on the hefty side, black hair, and brown eyes (hair turned real white as she grew older) and real good looking.  She was the strongest woman I ever saw, stronger than most men were.  I have seen her throw 100 pound feed sacks over her shoulder, milk buckets, in the other hand, and starts for the barn and never stops to rest or let it down.  It was about a 100 yards.

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Memories of Iva Della Robinson By Loweta Robinson VanDusen

Memories of Iva Della Robinson (as told by family members and transcribed by granddaughter LaDell)

By Loweta Robinson VanDusen (oldest daughter of Iva Della)

The first time that I remember something with my mother was when we were living west of Jennings or Hallet.  Some lady was there in the living room and someone had written on the wall behind the stove.  Mom said that I did it and I had to clean it off.  I know that I didn’t do it and was so embarrassed.  Anyway that taught me a wonderful lesson even at that age not to ever blame anyone of doing something unless you were absolutely sure.  That has been a good lesson for when I was raising my boys and even to grown-ups.  Sometimes we think we know what we are talking about and we don’t.

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Memories of Grandma by Carol

There is really a lot that I don’t know about Grandmother but there are several things that I remember about her and I hope you can interpret it all.  I’m not much on public speaking or writing or anything.

I can recall that Grandma always wore her homemade aprons, insisted on dinner at 12:00 and told stories with her eyes closed..  She knew all the birthdays of children and grandchildren.

Probably the first time I do remember her, I thought she was a bossy lady in an apron but she was a hard working ole gal.

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Iva Della Memories, Eva Lee, granddaughter June 2, 2011

Iva Della Memories (Eva, granddaughter)

My sister has been after me to write down memories about a very special lady.  So I’m sitting here doing just that.  When I think about Grandma Della which is still quite often, I will get a smile on my face.  I have many memories because she was my neighbor which I’m very grateful.  My first memory is of me sitting in her rocking chair in the dining room.  It’s cold outside but I’m warm and cozy as can be.  Many think her place was too hot.  But it was always perfect to me.  Anyway, I’m sitting in the rocking chair and Grandma would be sewing.  I don’t remember what we’d be talking about or what stories she’d be telling me.  But I remember the sound of her voice, the creaking of the chair.  Always a good way to spend an afternoon.  I remember sitting there from seven years old or younger up into high school.

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