Doris May Sprankel

 My grandma was the best grandma I could have ever asked for. Here are a FEW of my favorite memories of her. She and I  would sit out in the flower bed for hours and pull weeds and just talk. She planted a different rose bush for each one of her grandkids, and would say, "Well YOUR roses are blooming so nicely this year Amanda." She knew everything about each different type of plant, flower, bush, fern, weed.... EVERYTHING. 

I remember her telling me that when I grew up, I needed to make something of myself. That whatever I chose to do in life, I needed to learn all I could about it, and be the best that I possibly could at it. She always wanted a better life for her kids and grandkids then she ever had.
She would have given the shirt off of her back to any member of her family or friends who needed it, and often came very close to doing just that!
My grandma was the loudest, most crass or brash person I ever knew. And I loved her for it. She was never afraid to tell you what she thought. Good or bad. She was quick with a joke or comment, and I think she's where I learned it from. I learned how to be a lady from my mother, but I learned how to be a cynical, opinionated "jackass" from my gramma. ( Don't be offended, if you knew my gram, you know that is true. If you didn't know her... trust me... she is in Heaven laughing her butt off at me saying, "That's right!")
My gram and I would stand in the backyard and talk. She would light a cigarette, stand there with one hand in her jeans pocket, and we would talk about everything. While we would talk, she would always be looking at the ground.... she could spot a four-leaf clover from a mile away. While we would stand there and talk, she would continuously bend over and pick one right after the other. By the end of our conversation, she had a handful. I miss that.
I remember sitting in front of her, on my knees, and i would lean over and lay in her lap so she could rub my back with her long fingernails... i would try so hard not to get "a chill" and jerk a bit, because every time I did, she would stop. But it never failed. 5 minutes into it I would squirm just a touch (because it would tickle) and she would stop.
I remember when she first held Jacen. Her great-grandson. She held him and rocked him and stroked his hair. Then, she looked at my mom and said, "I can't believe I started all of this." Well, you did gram.

 I could keep going and going. My grandma was the best. I see her in my mother everyday, as well as in myself. I hear her words coming from my mouth all the time. I am so grateful to have had her in my life. 

I miss you Gram. I think about you all the time. I know you are watching over us. I love you and you will be in my heart for FOREVER!
-I hope you dance gramma-

-Amanda Farmer