My grandmother was born in North Carolina in 1860 and moved with her family to Texas in a covered wagon. After bearing ten children and losing one in childhood, she died at age 90 with 90 living direct descendants. My uncle Lindsay preceded her in death by about a month, but she never knew about it.
After my grandfather died before I was born, she divided up the homestead into 9 parcels of about 33 acres each and began to live with her children as was the custom at that time. (She lived 20 years after that and spent most of her time between 2 of her daughters although she would stay with the rest of us for short periods of time.)
Granny was very talented at “handwork” but could not read and follow a pattern but could copy anything she saw. My mother was her “translator”; she would follow the directions far enough for Granny to see what the piece would look like and then Granny took it from there. Since she had no housekeeping chores, not even chickens, she was constantly looking for something to do. I remember one time when she was using tin cans cut down almost to the bottom and crepe paper to make rose bouquets. There weren’t any artificial flower arrangements that I knew about at the time.
Source: The Good Ol