Ahh, my sweet old white haired grandma. She was 85 when she died. She was 84 when she sent me that card. I was at Girl Scout Camp and I got a card with a picture of a lady in a corset and fishnet stockings on it, informing me that inside there was something every girl needs. Inside was a key marked YMCA.

I don't know how old I was, but too little to read, when she gave my sister and me a pair of what looked like cigars and said; "Now girls, these are cigars, but they aren't really cigars, they're chewing gum. Now I want you to take them and give them to your father."

Of course we did. Dad almost smoked one.

Grandma liked to tell people she was 101. A lot of them believed her.

Of course there was her great uncle, Solomon Eversull. He was one of the first settlers in the Ohio Territory. He lived to be 100 years old. As he aged he forgot names. So, when taken to vote he couldn't remember the candidates names. Instead he'd just vote for Thomas Jefferson, the first president he'd ever voted for. If you have the newfangled voting machines, that don't make write in votes a pain for some poor soul, you cold vote for Huber Humphrey or Pat Paulsen.