sit on the floor at her feet and she would show me each piece and tell me the memories behind them. I still have her jewelry box wrapped and tucked away. One day, when the time comes, if I have one, it will pass to my own granddaughter.

Grandma and I spent many wonderful hours together. I enjoyed helping her milk the goats, feed the chickens or whatever she was doing. I loved her with every fiber of my being. She felt the same way about me.

Precious memories. Found in a box of old records.