Grandma used sweet petnames for all the children she loved, her favorite to use was Honey Bunny Bee Bo. I always had visions of cute little pink and white bunnies when she would use this petname. Often she would use the name while, giving you what she called "love pats". Patting you on what ever limb was most accessible at the time, rather firmly but never too hard.

Some of her Great Grandchildren in turn began to call her Sweetie Pie Grandma. The name fit well. And for her funeral they sent a wreath with a big ribbon across it, that said, Sweetie Pie Grandma.

She always had a sweet, loving, soft, kind face. She also lived by her creed of, If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. You rarely heard her say a cross word to, or about any one. Unless you crossed some one she loved. Then she could be a mama bear! Or grandma bear, whatever the case may be.

One day some people had came to her house uninvited. At the time she never locked the doors, and people drifted in and out of her home. These particular people decided to play cards at her big dining room table. I was about 4 or 5 years old and I wanted to play too. They said I couldn't play. Since it was her house and they were uninvited guests, she had already asked them to leave a few times, and they hadn't, and I was her grandchild, that really ruffled her hard to ruffle feathers. It was the last straw as they say. So as she walked to her bedroom, she said I guess I bought that shot gun just in time. They decided to scat before she came back out of the bedroom. She didn't really have a shot gun, and I can't imagine her really shooting any one unless it was out of defense of her children or grandchildren's lives. That or climbing on a newly bought fence! But, that's another story, or stories for another day.