Esther June (Hall) — my Grandma Esther


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My Grandmother was one of a kind. She was kind and loving and supportive of me in my early years. She was just an awesome Grandmother. She was taken away from us too early. I sometimes wonder how different life would have been with her around. How much different I would have been. How much different the family would be. I know she loved me. I remember spending many a summer night with her. Carl Junior and Todd would be there at times as well. Those were some of the best days of my early childhood.

Funny, in those days, kids were allowed in bars. And every neighborhood, it seemed, had a corner tavern. Grandma and Grandpa Norman would cart us along and give us quarters to play pinball or the bowling game at Vernon’s Bar. They’d give us money to run across the street to the corner grocer to buy some comic books and candy. Then we’d sit at one of the tables and read, play, daydream or nap as they drank a few beers or whiskey sours, smoked Pall Malls and Chesterfields and share the weeks gossip and events. After a bit, we’d wrap it up and go back to the house. Grandpa would watch the news and Grandma Esther would call around to friends and gossip. I remember well her conversations with Aunt Bea Pitt.

It was a different world back then. And Grandma Esther was one of the best things about that bygone era.

Grandma Esther loved the beer barrel polka. She loved the US. She loved her children to a fault. She loved her Grandchildren (I’m certain that would have been to a fault as well. lol) She was the first person to teach me how to be patriotic. To love my country. She was highly superstitious. She loved people. She was trusting.

These are the things about her that I remember through the eyes of a child. I was around 12 or so when she passed.

The thing I remember most is how much I loved her, how much she loved me and how safe I felt with her.

I know life in those days was not perfect. We all have our faults. There are other times to speak of these things.

For now, this is my remembrance of a woman who in my memory was an awesome Grandmother. Who loved me. Who I loved and still love dearly.

Happy Birthday, Grandma Esther.

12 comments on “Esther June (Hall) — my Grandma Esther

  1. Very moving. I wonder also what would our lives have been like if she was still with us. The older I get the more I miss her.

  2. I miss her a lot. One of these days, I ‘d like to get the family together and have a special day in her remembrance.

  3. I didn’t respond because I’m not a part of the family, but I can relate to your childhood memories and memories of your grandmother. Sounds like she was a great person, and I imagine she would be pretty proud to know that you honored her memory in what you wrote.

  4. Judy, you’re welcome to respond to anything on here. You’re a great friend.

    And thank you. Yes, she was a wonderful Grandmother.

  5. Thanks, Dave. It’s an honor to be considered a friend. Don’t be discouraged, it’s important for future generations to know the people who came before. You’re not only a natural-born adventurer, you have an appreciation for the important things around you and have the gifts of a historian. Keep up the good work.

  6. Remember what we did back in 96? We should do that again. Although I don’t smoke anymore, but I’ll gladly sit down and share a FALLS CITY with you at her grave this year while we’re at home.

    I miss her like crazy. Sorry I never responded to this. I had started to but my iPhone went bonkers after I wrote quite a bit and I gave up in frustration.

    She’s the one person that makes me think there might be something to Shintoism. I always feel like she’s the one who is actually watching me.

    I really wish she could have seen the girls and Decker.

    I’m on my way to Hawaii tomorrow for India’s graduation. Unbelievable. I’m gettin damn old.

  7. Dave…Thank you so very much for posting the photos & story about Esther ….Story brought back great memories & tears for me . She was like a second Mom to me . Because my mother worked fulltime plus , Esther was always taking me places… my mother couldn’t. She took me to activites at school, even took me to the dr once, and took me, my sister & Benita to Bingo with her… She loved Bingo ! At the school fair they had a pony you could ride, & I wanted to keep riding the pony all day.. Well Esther said to let me ride it as much as I wanted & to send my Mom the bill….Lol ! That was the best day ever ! Mom almost fainted when she got the bill . I remember Esther always tying the bows on my dress that would come undone & saying I want a little girl like you ( she got her wish cause Benita was born next ) … She holds a very dear place in my heart … I thought the world of her. I didn’t remember the name of the little beer joint katy corner from the drugstore but my Dad just to hang out there also & he would take my sister & me there when we were little …We loved it cause all the old men would give us money for the jukebox…

  8. Dave, I always enjoy your writing. You, as I am happy to do, naturally include your heart in your writings. That a’n’t a bad thing, Mr. Kahn. I salute this great lady! Families and friends matter most in our lives…, but of course Kentucky basketball is right there among the very best things.

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