My Great Grandma Condie

My Great Grandma Condie passed away Sunday morning, 2/17/08, at the age of 95. It's sad because we all loved her very much, but we know that she's in a better place and much happier now that she's back with her husband and the rest of the family. I wanted to share one special memory I have of my Grandma with all of you.



In 2002, the day after the annual Walker Bear Lake trip was the day of my freshman orientation at USU. So my parents and I decided that instead of driving all the way home and back up to Logan, I should just stay with Grandma Condie. She, as always, was more than willing to help out and welcomed me with open arms. We had dinner and chatted and just got to spend time together. It was a really great experience for me to spend one-on-one time with her. I already thought she was amazing, and I still do, but it was a special memory I made with her.



Every once in a while in my life, I get these urges to write. It's hard to explain, but the creativity sort of takes over and I can't help but keep writing. That night after she went to bed, I went to my room and filled almost an entire yellow notepad. One of the things I wrote was about Grandma Condie. I always meant to share it with her, but it got packed up with I left for college & then I got married and things got moved but not unpacked. Very recently when we moved to our apartment now, I was trying to clean out and throw away things to make the move easier. I stumbled across that notepad. Again, I meant to show it to her, or send her a copy. I truly regret that I did not. I'm sure that by now, because I've pulled it out and read it, she probably has read it over my shoulder, but still. Keep in mind that I was only 18 when I wrote it, but it means a lot to me and I hope it shows the wonderful memories that I'm sure a lot of us have of Grandma Condie.

To Be 90

By: Melissa W. Glad

Dedicated to: My Great Grandma Josie Condie

We sit down to a lunch of toasted tuna sandwiches, chips, dip, yogurt, store bought rolls, macaroni salad and apple juice. And she says, “This is what happens when you get to be 90. You stop cooking big meals & you eat off paper plates.”

She says it like it’s a bad thing, but I don’t think it’s so bad.

To be 90 and still be able to live on your own.

To be 90 and still remember the names of all your grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, and what each is doing in their lives.

To still find life full of things to do, when you live alone, but not really alone because your family loves you so much that they always come to visit.

To be 90 and still be the one so willing to give service instead of just receiving it.

To be 90 and know that you gave your family a strong foundation in the gospel and your strong example of faith.

I just hope I turn out like this when I’m 90.

So I take a bite of my toasted tuna sandwich and wash it down with apple juice and think to myself, ‘It’s not so bad to be 90 & eat off paper plates.’