She was born in 1914, the year that the First World War began. She grew up in the same small Kansas town where she died. My great grandmother was married and raised four children during the harrowing years of the Depression. She has so many great - grandchildren I can’t even count, but I never realized that I was one of so many all these years, as special as she made me feel.
She baked amazing apple pies and loved to paint, sew, travel and spend time with her family. I’m so glad that Amelie got to meet her great-great grandma last year. Ammy was just a baby, 8 months, and my grandma was so excited to squeeze and kiss Ammy's little chubby feet.
|Ammy's Great-Great Grandma Otte, with Amelie and me last year|
I’m missing her now and feel so lucky to have loved her all these years.