But then, sister and I could be mean little kids when provoked. It's amazing how little it took to provoke us. Or perhaps it was just a case of 'hurting people hurting others'.
Debbie is the one who came up with the nickname 'Granola'. We were in our teens so it had to be sometime in the early 1970s. More than likely made while eating cereal straight from the box. Grandmother probably warned us not to spoil our supper and Debbie gave her some backtalk ending with 'granola'. Regardless of circumstance the nickname stuck. But this is a story about her - not us grandchildren. Shall we progress?
This is a photo of Gran as a small child. Isn't she lovely with her cute little bonnet and velvet jacket. Those chubby cheeks and legs make you want to pick her up, hold her close and hug her, don't they? Such a cutie. Too bad photos weren't colorized back then or you could see her lovely auburn curls.
When I think of Gran, or Granola if you prefer, I think of her kitchen.