Back in 1973 I believe was the year, our phone rang. It was my grandmother. She was at the bus stop. My mom and dad was a bit confused. They wasn't expecting her. We all got into the car and drove to the bus station. When we were all back into the car she informed us all that what she brought is all that she owned and she was moving in with us.
I was happy that she was moving with us, due to me being an only child. It was like I got an instant sister. Even though we were years apart in age we were best friends from the start. She was most impressed with the house. Her house that she left behind in Arkansas was a 2 room house. Our house was 3 stories, 4 bedrooms up stairs, living room, dining, kitchen, mud room, a music room, side porch, and a full basement, which must have looked like a mansion to her.
She helped the family out a lot. She cooked and cleaned. She did the laundry, and even planted her own garden. She was extremely happy with us.