My grandmother, Ruby Dean Carthledge Holland died when I was in my twenties. She left her household goods, her home and her land to her youngest son, Ernest. My father was next to the oldest son. When she died my dad didn't receive anything tangible from his childhood home, which he was fine with. But many years later, after his youngest brother passed away, my aunt and cousin gave me 4 chairs from my grandmothers things. She never had much to begin with. She graduated from college, however, my grandfather, a wonderful man, was a dairy farmer and they raised seven boys and just worked hard all his life.
