As early as 5:00am, Grandmother would be working in the kitchen. Freshly bathed with her face made up beautifully and without a hair out of place, she waited for the family to wake and come downstairs. She'd have plans for every meal and every snack throughout our visit. We'd head for the garden with Grandpa and pick strawberries as soon as breakfast was finished. We wandered their hill during our visits and picked wildflowers, which Grandmother thanked us for profusely and displayed proudly.
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Grandmother's enthusiasm for hosting large family gatherings was contagious. As children, our excitement would build exponentially as we climbed the hills in Dewey, AZ, to arrive at their house on a Sunday afternoon. As the dust billowed behind our vehicle, and our stomachs dropped as we raced over those hills, we knew our grandparents would be watching out the window for our arrival. They were often at the foot of the long driveway by the time we stopped the car.
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