My grandmother was a tough, old bit and you either loved her or hated her. I loved her with my whole heart. Today is her birthday - she died a few years ago at the age of 102 and today I celebrate the wonderful memories I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
[caption id="attachment_726" align="aligncenter" width="182"] Gram with my father[/caption]
Being that Gram only lived a few blocks away, I was able to ride my bike there several times a week. She lived in a big, old Dutch Colonial where she grew raspberries, and pears, and had the most beautiful English flower garden she had cultivated for over 50 years.