The Woman Who Changed My Life... I never met
Life brought upon our family the loss of my Grandpa Jack to Cancer. My dear Grandma Jean was in mourning and loss for quite some time- living alone in a big house and a small town she was broken-hearted. The decision was made my Sophomore year that I would live in Moore, Idaho, population average of 100 people, the rural community of farmers with Grandma Jean. Our town had a gas station, post office, small grocery store, and bar. All sat in a short row next to the city park that every winter was flooded and made into an ice rink. :) The townspeople of Moore, all knew one another by name. My Grandpa had been a rancher and like most of the population there, spent their days and nights tending to the cattle or to the harvests that fed them. My days were vaguely the same. Clean, cook, garden, quilt, watch TV- at the end of the day with Grandma while we crocheted. One day in Spring we had stopped at the grocery store. I was on the perimeters of the action, as was normal. Grandma...
