Trying to organize some of the many thoughts, memories, and stories going through my mind...
My grandmother: sitting on an enormous pile of stuffed animals in Nutmeg's closet while having a tea party.
My grandmother: opening a telegram during WWII wondering whether it was her husband or one of her 5 brothers.
My grandmother: always arriving with gifts such as fake vomit, fake doggie-do, or the old "fly in the ice-cube."
My grandmother: mourning the death of her little daughter on a Christmas morning.
My grandmother: going trick-or-treating with her grandchildren - wearing a costume and mask.
My grandmother: waiting to hear from her sons in two different wars.
My grandmother: laughing so hard she couldn't speak, tears coming from her eyes.
My grandmother: sitting in a wheelchair, unable to make herself understood, trying to tell us with her eyes.
My grandmother: being slapped full in the face by my dad's pet monkey. she could never tell the story because she would start laughing too hard.
My grandmother: wiping off her lipstick on the way to visit her mother and telling her children not mention going to the movies.
My grandmother: rustling plants in the mountains with my grandfather.
My grandmother: mixing up dressing in a large dishpan. she always made with onions and without.
My grandmother: always having something good under that metal cake holder. we laughed when she used such a large knife to cut the cake.
My grandmother: always filling an old pie plate with scraps for various dogs, cats, and birds.
My grandmother: always rooting a bit of this or that in a pot of soil or a jelly jar of water.