Let me tell you a story about my grandmother....
It was a cold dreary day in December. The rain was not quite frozen, but the cold droplets stung my cheeks and soaked my mittens so that my fingers were numb and my hair was damp. The year was 1972, and my Brownie Troop was headed to a local nursing home to sing some songs and to give out some Christmas candy to cheer up the residents. Our troop leader had a bag of candy canes wrapped with fancy ribbon that we had put together to give to the residents at the home and hopefully give them a little Christmas cheer. As we walked in the door, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the very dim lighting inside the foyer. One of the girls said loudly, “What’s that smell?” As her voice echoed through the long, dark entry hall. The troop leader sharply turned around and in a loud whisper said “Quiet! We need to be respectful of the residents here, many of them may be resting!” On the left, there was a miserable-looking woman sitting behind a plate glass window with a small openin
