On school days, I walked a block to my grandmother's house (grandpa was deceased) and stayed for a couple of hours until my mother picked me up. Grandma was always sitting by the living room window with the lace curtains pulled back watching for me. She'd give me a little snack and talk about all sorts of things. One vivid memory was that we were having a thunderstorm along with hail. She held a coffee cup out the door to college some hail, showed it to me and explained how it was formed. She was very small, only 4'9" and she was just like a playmate. She passed away when I was nine, and it was a very sad day.