Granny was a robust woman who smoked until her last day. She always claimed her lungs were as clean as could be. Unfortunately, ill health caught up with her in her last years, and she dwindled down to about 90 pounds or less. She was always cold without much meat on her bones, so I knit her this sweater to keep her warm.
She wore that thing so much everyone was sick of looking at it--even in the Alabama summers. My lingering image of Granny is of her sitting in the kitchen (where she spent most of her life, cooking three meals a day every day), drinking coffee, smoking, and eating a pop tart (which became the major staple in her diet in her last years), & of course, wearing this sweater. When she passed away, my mom made sure I got the sweater back. I wear it sometimes when I want to feel a big old hug from Granny.
Happy Birthday, Granny! I love you and miss you and Grandaddy every day.