Grandma Great is how I remember her.
I remember her laughing. A lot. I remember finding chestnuts she hid in her house. Probably only once but I remember it like it was something we did often.
John and I lived in their house for the first five months we were married. A one level three bedroom home. I would love to live that simple.
The only thing I remember about grandpa Great was seeing him sitting in a chair and my mom telling me that he can't hear.
He was deaf and my grandma grew up writing to him if she had something to say. Must be why he has a pen in his pocket.






























