
My grandmother's older sister, Mattie Grace, died when Katherine was only four years old and then when she was six, her mother gave birth to a baby that did not survive more than a few days. At age 15, Katherine's father Samuel Nathan Thomas Beckett died, most likely leaving the family with limited funds and hardship. I wonder now how these events might have affected her outlook on life.
Katherine's most painful loss, however, might have been the death of her cousin Lucile when they were only 28 years old. Born in the same year, and raised together, the two girls were close friends. I have Lucile's letters to my grandmother but since I don't have the replies, I learn very little about Katherine as a young woman. We often think about our grandparents in an abstract way, as caretakers, supporters, and gift givers, but never do we really know who they are as people.
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Oh, my. In much later life, Mimi tried to open up to me about her life and marriage (I think we were sitting on the front porch of the President's house at BGA), and I freaked out and changed the subject. I am so sorry now--a wasted opportunity. I think she and More-Daddy both had their triumphs and disappointments. They were great parents. I miss them.
Two extremely adorable kids, I might add. :-)
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