Of course, there were always conflicts that arose between the parents and the grandparents. This is because the grandparents wanted to do what was best for the child and the parents were all hung up on issues of discipline. But my grandmother always told me that when it came right down to the choice of whom to obey, your mother or your grandmother, ALWAYS OBEY YOUR MOTHER. THEN WHEN SHE LEAVES THE ROOM, GO TO YOUR GRANDMOTHER AND SHE'LL LET YOU HAVE WHAT YOU WANT. This seemed to work for everyone involved.

Yes, she had her unique qualities. She had a rocking chair that was the most powerful force known to man. None could sit in it with her for more than two minutes before falling into a dead slumber. Dining out meant KFC or, once a year, Chinese Food. And the best water in the world was bottled on a farm, two miles out of town. (Coincidentally when we were children growing up on that farm, the same water was going to be the death of us). She knew the strangest songs and told the funniest stories about growing up in a world without televisions or cars. Knowing Grandma meant laughing a lot, crying just a little and if a sparkle in the eye could be inherited or at least transferred, we got ours from her. I will truly miss you for the rest of my life, Dorothy Isabel Healey. May you rest in peace.

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