My Grandma Alice was part always part of my life. We lived in the same small town. She kept my sister and I whenever my parents went out of town. (I learned later that no one else wanted that honor.) I was a very active child. (brat) We always did fun things when we were with Grandma. She would let us pick a fun activities if we were good. Two things high on our list were, the cemetery and the city dump. (I told you it was a small town.)
Grandma liked to instill little lessons wherever we would go. I remember riding in her car with my arm out the window. She told me about her cousin that was riding in a car with his arm hanging out the window, just like mine, and a truck drove past with a meat hook on it and the hook ripped his arm off. To this day I always keep my arm in the car. I am yet to see a truck with a meat hook.
When I had my first child she would cut articles out of the paper and bring them to me. I was cautioned about leaving my cat in the same room with my baby because she had a cousin whose cat tried to sucked the milk out of the baby’s mouth, which caused the baby to suffocate. I read years later a letter in Dear Abby about a similar situation. Dear Abby said it was an old wives tale. What? Not true Abby, it happened to Grandma’s cousin.
Grandma had a large glass bottle filled with pink crystals of sugar. It was called “good sugar”. When we were good, we would get a small handful. When I became an adult I noticed the jar was still 3/4 full. Amazing, six grandchildren and still almost full.