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Ida Maassen Davis Walnut, Iowa Brick Section B - Row 11
My Grandma Davis, I didn't get to know you as well as I wanted to. You died when I still didn't know much about life. I know it was the first time I saw my Dad cry. I do remember your oatmeal raisin cookies, and the gifts you lovingly made us at Christmas time. And the beautiful roses you tended in your back yard. You lived in town and I in the country, so it was always a special treat to walk to your house from school when I needed to stay in town. Sometimes when I drive through Walnut on my way home to the farm, I drive by your house to try to hang on to the few memories I have of you. I'm sure if I had gotten to know you better I would have found an outstanding woman. After all, you are the mother of my father, and my Dad is special. Such a special Dad could only have been the son of a special woman. Therefore, I honor you, my grandmother, with a spot among other great women remembered in the Carrie Chapman Catt memorial. 6/94
Narrative Updated: 5/18/1994
Honored By:	Barb & Les Licklider