one or two squeezing in before her. Grandma’s love and kindness always shone brightest around children, where we spent so many wonderful times with her around the farm. Even though times were hard and work was plenty, Grandma always had

time to tell us stories. It was in the big farm

kitchen she would tell us of the celebrations of long ago. How the homes would turn into a place of music and dancing with the fiddle and old parlor organ. Stepping off to some lively tunes of the time, Grandma told us that anyone who couldn’t step dance through the qua— drilles, a very popular dance of the early century would be asked to leave the floor. Stories from the past kept me on an interesting journey that was difficult to return from.

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