Mavis Elinore Walker
The last time I saw Gram alive was during my Fourth of July trip to Monmouth, Maine in 2007. She died on Halloween that same year. I remember the exact second that I last saw her. She was walking out of the cabin, and she turned to me and waved goodbye.
During that same trip we were sitting on her back porch smoking. She was talking about when my Grandfather died unexpectedly in 1983. “I tried to drink myself to death,” she said, “but that didn’t work, so I got a job.”
I know that after my Grandfather’s death, she eventually got a dog that she loved very, very much. The dog got hit by a car and died. She had him cremated and kept the ashes under her bed. When she died, she was also cremated. I remember my Aunt Heather standing in Gram’s kitchen with her daughter on the day of Gram’s funeral looking at the dog’s ashes. “This is what your Gram looks like now. So sad,” my Aunt said. We buried the dog’s ashes with Gram’s in her burial plot.
This year I want to drive up for the Apple Fest in Monmouth in September. I’ll be unemployed by then. It’s also around my birthday. I hope I can afford it.
Tags: apple fest, maine, mavis elinore walker, monmouth
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