My great-grandmother was a sweet lady. I remember her as kind and always busy doing something. Most of my time spent at her house was outdoors in her garden and orchard. Picking cherries was my favorite. She always wore a short house coat with big pockets lined in trim. She had a beagle dock that had a funny bark, at least to my young ears. I treasure the few memories I have of her. She passed away in 1989 when I was thirteen years old.
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J. R. Lowe