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Grandma Is

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One of the many roles Pauline Eccles served, and the way I am lucky enough to know her, was that of Grandma. And she did it right.   After she died, all of us grandkids thought about what Grandma means to us; some of these are singular to one; others we all share. But this is who Grandma is to us….. Grandma is roadtrips for all occasions in a little Honda. Grandma is mints in the dining room. Grandma is the bay, boogie boards and alligator float, and faithful straw hat and chair. She is meaningful gifts, her familiar scrawl explaining the stories. She is croquet. Grandma is sitting on the patio. She is cable tv, Nick at Nite, and Jordan commandeering the remote for the History Channel. Grandma is the smell of magnolias. She is the color blue. She is scrabble, Yahtzee, and Chutes and Ladders. Grandma is the Kentucky Derby. Grandma is classical music and musicals. Grandma is damint, “Open the door damnit!” She is ice cream cones for any occasion, or for...