Beatrice Stuart

Bea's Hive with loving memories

Grama Bea is one of my favorite people I've ever met. She is also the wisest person I've ever met, and I've had a deep and profound respect for her ever since I can remember. My earliest childhood memories that I can recall were at B's Hive, and spending time with her at our house in Proctorsville, VT. I guess thats how much of an impact she had on my childhood. Here are some of those memories:

Grama Bea making my little brother and I fishing poles with sticks, and fishing with us on...

When I think about the loss of my gram, I'm not overcome with sadness. More just a feeling that an erra in my life is over. The last part of my childhood is now just a memory. Gram was like no other person I've ever known. I too share alot of the same "Grama Bea" memories that my sister, brothers, and cousins share. As I remember lying in bed up at camp, I can almost smell the Seabreeze that gram would lather my body in so that I would not be feasted on by every mosqieto in Sturbridge. Being...

It’s not easy to portray my Gram if you’ve never met her. Love is what I learned from my Gram. Gram was so full of joy and enthusiasm that as young children we all instantly and permanently had our heartstrings tied to her. Whether it was rowing in the boat to pick blueberries, studying acorns, rolling in the leaves, or making M&M cookies, my Gram was about fun. Her “whoop” and laugh was very loud, frequent, and infectious. Gram was smart too. She knew the most important things about being...

My sister Jaime and I loved our "good friend" Stu-Stu! But she was much more than that to us. Actually, she was like our third grandmother. She had come to our home in Avon to help our Mom who had a miserable case of arthritis, but she stayed in our hearts forever. Thank you to Michele for sending me that beautiful tribute to alert me of Stu-Stu's (or Stu=Stu as she used to write it) passing. I thought of her often. This past March, I went down to Fort Meyers for the first time to see a Sox...

I am the greatgrandchild of my Grandma Bea. She was the best! Every fall she would come over our house for the weekend and we would make apple sauce. She always helped my dad boil the apples and make sure that he put in enough water but not to much or it will be watery. When ever we would visit her she would always mention that she remembered that she was a little kid and played with her siblings outside just like me and my sister. In her most recent apartment I would roll down the hill and...