I could probably write an entire book on my memories of Grandma Hall. This lady had the most patience of any person I have ever met. If I could have 1/10 of her patience, I would be so happy. She would play marbles and cards for hours on end with us and I don't ever recall her telling us no. She had to get sick of playing games, but you'd never know it. Of course while we played she let us eat her freshly baked cookies and drink Coke. The good kind from the bottle. Glass bottles, not these stupid flimsy plastic ones. I swear it tastes so much better from a glass bottle than a can or plastic bottle, but it's probably just my memories of drinking them with Grandma that's clouding my taste buds.
We lived at the sale barn in an apartment over the auction ring. Back in my elementary schools days, our lunch hour was long enough that we could go home to eat. Mom couldn't get out on Wednesdays which were sale days because her car was always blocked in, so I would get to walk to Grandma's for lunch. I got to set the menu. Every single Wednesday from first through most of fifth grade Grandma made spaghetti, blueberry muffins, and chocolate pudding for lunch. We also had chocolate milk. Oh, how I looked forward to Wednesdays!
If I could choose one person, living or dead, to have lunch with it would be Grandmother Hall. And we would have spaghetti.