Old times, they are not forgotten

These are my paternal grandparents, Irene and Jeremiah Andrew Denton (the 1st). They divorced, he moved to Texas and remarried. The word I think of when I remember Irene is "sweet". Not a very original word but the one that comes to mind first. She was fortunate to live close to her son, Leo, and his wife, Mignon, and their children. I hope they'll send me some stories about their times together. Irene passed away on June 10, 1995 when she was 92. I didn't see my grandfather many times but have been told he was a charming, gregarious man who liked to play poker. My mother visited him when he was older and ill and said he spoke of Irene to her and that she believes he always loved her. He died when I was a child in Virginia and is buried about 20 minutes from where I now live, in Texas.