Her Steady Pace

My grandmother was one of those incredibly patient people. She’d grown up on a farm in a day and age when you didn’t always have what you wanted or needed at the tap of your fingers, whether it be food, family, or fun.

She loved growing flowers and won ribbons at the State Fair for her dahlias and flower arrangements. She cooked, canned, crocheted, and worked full time while she raised a family. When I was young, I remember seeing her in the yard with her favorite spade–a narrow shovel that sh...