Frances L. Ott

A candle was lit by Mari and Larry Sines on January 11, 2018 5:56 PM

A candle was lit by Darcy Sines on January 10, 2018 3:02 PM

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There is an amazing woman I have known pretty much entire existence. This woman took care of me when my family was in shambles and showed me how to sew, plant a garden and make a mean meatball. And while I may not know how to put a spool of thread on a sewing machine anymore, neither of my thumbs are green I do remember making infamous meatballs in her old ranch style house across from the cow field, drinking out of my uncle Jeff’s Star Wars glasses and then her yellow and green kitchen at her (in my recollection second) house. I remember when she made my pink flower girls dress, modified costumes for several of my dance routines, my Pocahontas and 50s girl costumes for Halloween. I remember when she drove me in her blue car to the place that she raised 6 of her children and my first grandfather. I remember my first “roller coaster ride”when she would put me on my grandpas lap on his wheelchair after he had the stroke and would say let’s go on the roller coaster. I remember sneaking into her garden with my cousin Michael and stealing carrots without her knowing lol or when we would color in her coat closet with the round brown basket of crayons. I remember her going down the slide the first time ever in her life at 50 and falling flat on her butt and getting up and laughing about it hysterically. I remember her helping Michael and I with our lemonade stand at the family garage sales and helping us make our Indian costumes out of brown paper bags so we could go dance in the driveway just because we thought the more we did it the rain would come and she made us believe it lol. I remember she wore emerald perfume for years and the softness of her hands and asking her why her hands had all those veins as she got older. I remember when she came and got me from school when I tried got super sick and when she also came to grandparents day at school and swore I had the coolest grandparent there. She sewed my patches on my girlscout uniforms for years and bought from every possible fundraiser I could have done. I remember playing with her manger like it was a doll house and the smell of her fireplace. I remember the many Christmases she came to my house and the one in particular where I got the talking parrot toy and woke up hearing her playing with it before I even got out of bed. I remember when we bought her a cabbage patch kid because she so wanted one and reading Horton hears a who every time I spent the night. Her phone number was the first I learnedand she taught me it. I remember her blue velour flower couch with the wooden knobs on the arms and her knick knack shelf. I remember her showing me how to crack nuts and pecans were my favorite and she would always set them aside just for me. Her laugh was contagious and I remember her winking at me with her Greyish brown eyes. She took me and Michael to see song of the south, probably the first Disney movie I ever seen in its entirety at that time. I remember how she would accentuate my name and hold out the R just slightly different then anyone else. I remember the many walks in the woods at Jefferson lake. She nicknamed me Darcy Dew Drop and I called her grandma. She leaves behind an amazing legacy and the memories listed here are only a few. I will forever be grateful for the times we shared together. I love you grandma. May your spirit Rest In Peace knowing you did an amazing job as a mother, wife, grandmother, friend and a wonderful person.