Bill D: Your Granny story makes me want to expand a little on "Lottie," my Finnish Grandmother. She immigrated to America when she was 14. She worked as a personal servant to a New York Senator's wife for one year. Being very homesick, she RETURNED to Finland at 15. She sailed AGAIN to America at 16. This time, she went to the silver mines in Butte, Montana and went to work as a street preacher for the American/Suomi Pentecostal Church. Butte was full of Finnish "contract miners" then. She saved the soul of "Roope," (Robert) married him and started her married life.

Her last years were spent as a widow in Eastern Washington, on a large apple orchard. She also raised nanny goats, made goat cheese and "ruisaleippa". I loved her and she me.

As her body failed, and her family pressured her to stop living alone on the farm, she finally agreed to go to town to a "nursing home." She would ONLY go if I drove her. I was 15. All the rest of the family followed in many cars as we caravaned to town. She prayed in Finn for that whole hour's trip.

At the home, she would not leave the car unless I alone, was allowed to escourt her in. She died six weeks later. Bob (Roope)