As a little girl growing up, my grandmother lived with us. I called her "Gibby". Supposedly, I couldn't say "grandma" and they tried to get me to call her "granny" and it came out "Gibby" - and it stuck. She was the only grandmother I ever knew. She taught me to embroider and crochet, and she made the BEST cinnamon rolls. I think Gibby would be proud of me and of my daughters, and the women they have become.
I found a photo tonight (on my cousin's geneology website) that I've never seen before. My "Gibby" as a little girl with her baby sister, Florence. My grandmother was an adorable little girl who grew into a beautiful woman.
I miss you Gibby.