happy birthday granny!

My Granny's birthday is always easy for me to remember. It's on Groundhog Day! When I was little, I thought my Granny, Margaret Elizabeth Wells Dorminy, was the meanest lady on the planet. But something happened; she transformed when I was in the hospital at age 12 after I had my tonsils removed. She spent most of my waking moments with me in the hospital room, giving me ice chips, popsicles and ice cream. I'm sure other people visited me as well, but it is her that I remember being there most. Maybe it's because that was the time she transformed in my eyes from being a bossy, mean old lady, into a loving and caring grandmother. I had a totally new appreciation for her after that event. She passed away in November 1992. I still think of her on Groundhog's Day, as well as every time I see a pack of Juicy Fruit chewing gum, or wheat bread, or giant jars of pickles. And now I think of her almost daily because Riley's snores sound just like hers. I remember times that we would spend the night at her house. She'd get up early to make breakfast for my Papa before he left before dawn to go to the farm to milk the cows. They always kissed goodbye. She lived in a giant house on Main Street, only a block away from the train tracks. And now, when I hear the train passing by (many blocks away) at night, it reminds me of her too. I miss you Granny!