My grandmother was born in the mid- to late 1930’s. She bounced around cities a lot as a child but she grew up mostly in Methuen. My grandmothers dad was a golden gloves boxer and I remember her telling me stories about him. Everytime she would see her dad leave with his boxing gloves she would cry because she knew when he would come back he would have lots of bruises and cuts on his face. My grandmother had been a sweet lady her whole life. Everyone in methuen loved her because of her energetic personality. If one of her friends needed a ride to work she didn't mind taking them.

At age 19 she got married to my grandfather who at the time was 22. They both lived together in Methuen and were dirt poor so my grandfather would fix the telephone poles and my grandmother would be the secretary for the electric company to make money. They both happily raised three kids and actively got involved with the community with little to no money. The Methuen youth league didn't have a hockey team at the time so my grandfather and a couple of his electric company friends started one. But my grandmother was always the one to drive my uncles to their 4:00 in the morning ice times. She didnt like it but she knew it was better than them be running around out in the streets of Methuen. So whenever my uncles had a ice time planned my grandmother would put everything aside and drive them to the ice rink.

But as my uncles grew up so did my grandparents, and no one lives forever. I remember i was about 10 or 11 and i hadn't gone over my grandparents house in awhile which i found was odd. And one night I went to bed extremely early for no reason at all, the next morning i wake up and my mom tells me my grandfather died. It was like someone just shot a bullet right through my chest. I couldn't breathe i never felt that feeling before and i hope i never feel it again. Later on that day i went over to my grandmothers house. I could tell she had been crying but when i walked in she just smiled and hugged me. She always had a big heart for such a small person and she still does she handles bad situations so well. So as the years go on it must have been hard to live alone but she somehow got use to it and adapted like always.

My grandmother gets bored a lot now so if she isn't having friends or family going over her house she just plans a vacation somewhere for herself. Only reason she does it though is because my grandfather worked his butt off while with the electric company and made a decent amount of money. Now she lives happily,. And is constantly smiling and laughing.