I do so love your stories, Sharon (for all that I tease you!). You were fortunate; I only met my grandmother once, when I was very young and she came from Oklahoma to California to visit us after our grandfather died. So the only memory I have of my grandmother is her fussing at my Mom for buttering her toast for her (my mother ALWAYS buttered all the toast as soon as it came out of the toaster). She felt my Mom thought she was too feeble to butter her own toast! I still have that toaster, although it no longer works. It was the kind you put the bread in the top and it came out the bottom. We called it a "pop-down" toaster.
