My grama lived until she was 100 years old. 100 and a half, to be exact. She was my favorite person, and my guiding saint. She would fly in to California, from the East Coast, and spend the winter with us every year for 15 years or maybe more. These cherished times are the source of the best early learning experiences for me. Not only did I learn that Vicks Vapor Rub can cure almost anything but I learned that homemade rolls are always better than store bought, that coffee tastes better with cream and that Jesus loves me-this I know. My grama was also incredibly hard of hearing, nearly deaf by the time I was around. She was famous for saying “HEH?”.



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