Most recently I remember her telling me she sure would like to have a mallard to cook. Duck season was better than it has been in many years, and I am glad I was able to deliver a nice, fat greenhead to her upon her request. Same farm, same sidewalk, same porch, same back door, and same Grandma standing there in the doorway with the biggest, proudest smile on her face ever. It doesn t take much time to make a memory, but a memory will last forever. My grandmother was a wife of a farmer.
Farmers are hard workers and spare time is one thing they don t have much of.
But there was always time for us grandkids, and I am glad some of it was spent with me.