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  Grandmother was quite old when I was a youngster in the mid 1940s. Her day started by putting on a printed dress and flowered pinafore apron. Her steps around the kitchen were labored, and she frequently sat on a wooden stool known as “Grandma’s stool.” Starting when I was about eight, I rode a pony to school and tied it up in Grandma’s barn. That meant lots o...