Grandma Case was a woman with few faults. Telling story's about her past, was not one of them. I loved that she had a new story every time I came to visit.
One story was about me and my two sisters, Stacey and Reva, and my brother Steve. The short version, as best as I can recall, goes like this.
Growing up in Southern California, we always thought it a treat to head north and visit Grandma and Grandpa Case, in Kainsville, Utah. One year, around Christmas, the tip was on. On the way up. all we kids could talk about was snow and how cool (pun not attended) it would be to slide down a hill on a sled.
After ariving, Grandma and Grandpa wpent hours rounding up warm coats hats and a few winter toys to set out on our little adventure. About an hour up the mountian side, we found ourself on the tubing hill.
Not one of us got further than twenty feet from the car, because of the cold. At least thats the way Grandma tells it.
I never remembered any of these events, but Grandma remembered everything, twenty years after it happened.
I will try to tell as many of these story's as I can, If I can remember some.
Let me know if you have a Grandma Case story, or a story about any other Grandma.
Boyd
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