This is my gran - maker of barbie clothes, beautifully tailored suits and wool coats, paper dolls, knitted ponchos, bountiful meals of roasts and potatoes, maker of coffeecake, poppyseed and pound cakes. I miss the smell of her apartment,  I miss the oak mantel clock that ticked so loudly.  She showed me places in the city, took me on rides on the street trolley, the train and subway. She introduced me to new smells, tastes and sights. I miss going to her church. Holding her hand. I miss her squeaky singing voice and her crackling laugh. I still miss her in a huge way. Yes I do.

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