I have a few vivid memories of Crazy Grandma. My favorite memory is when Grandma came to live at Mom and Dad's house because she couldn't live on her own. Somebody had to be with Grandma all the time because we didn't know what she would do when she was left alone. Anyway, I was with Grandma and decided to put lotion on her hands because I remembered that she liked to have her hands rubbed (I mean really, who doesn't). I got out some lotion and sat down next to Grandma and asked her if I could put some lotion on her hands. She said yes, of course, and I rubbed her hands with some nice lotion and got all kinds of oos and awes out of her. While I was rubbing her hands I started to think about all of the many things that her hands had done. Her hands had saluted while in the Marine Corps, held 3 children, disciplined 3 children, washed many dishes and bathroom, etc.
Other people's hand are soft and untouch due to a life of luxury. Then you have a baby's hand wrapped around a trusted person's finger.
