I had a remarkable grandmother (paternal) who lived to be 92. When she was 86, the family took away her rubber boots so she wouldn't go to the barnyard anymore. She had gone out on a rainy day and slipped in the mud -- broke a hip. She quickly recovered. And was not a happy camper because of having no boots. She moved in with her daughter (which she didn't like one bit). She sewed (on a treadle machine) all of her dresses, pillowcases, and sunbonnets (wore those bonnets all of her waking hours). When her eyesight failed, her daughter made her a few new bonnets which she refused to wear because the topstitching on the front yoke was not stitched straight enough. I have one of those bonnets. By the way, to "press" her laundry, she would fold each piece very precisely and sit on them in her rocking chair while she watch the afternoon traffic go by. She was a piece of work. My dad was so much like her. But that's another story.
Last edited by GailG; 08-07-2016 at 08:19 AM.