She exuded an air of regality and sternness, like a
matriarch ruling over her brood. Regrettably, my encounters with my father's
mother were infrequent; I can count using only my own hands the number of times
I crossed paths with her in my lifetime, even though she was alive for almost
three decades of my life. Despite living in proximity to us, merely a few
states away, my sister and I spent our summers with our maternal grandparents
on the other side of the country, thus forging a closer bond with them. As a
result, my knowledge of our family's history is primarily rooted in that side
of the family.
My paternal grandmother's reserved and enigmatic nature intrigued me, as I seldom heard her utter a word during our brief encounters. She graced my baptism and wedding ceremonies, but I struggle to recall the sound of her voice, unlike my maternal grandparents, whose voices remain vivid in my memory, despite their passing over two decades ago.
These familial losses have been one of the challenges that I have encountered while exploring Grandma Ravet's early life. Although I have twenty-three cousins, only a handful knew my grandmother well, and my search for information about her early life has yielded little success. I recall hearing stories that her father abandoned her and her family when she was young, and while I have managed to find some details about him on myheritage.com, such as his name, date of birth, and death, his life remains largely unrecorded, much like hers.
My grandmother's countenance often appeared forlorn, which piqued my curiosity as to its origin. However, she was a devout Catholic who attended daily mass and had an active social life in her senior home community. During family gatherings, her face often bore a reflective, sad expression, but accounts from those who knew her suggest that she was not unhappy. I vividly recall a Thanksgiving spent at her mobile retirement community home, where she baked the most delectable cookies, earning her the moniker "Cookie Grandma" among my older cousins who shared that with me years later.