Day 3 Janeen Grandma Rogers BEFORE

You have to knock on my window three short taps before I will get up to answer the door. If you don't I will think you are a the Fuller Brushman or Kirby Vacuum salesman. Dory shares the pass code only to those she wants to see. Her the daughters, Uncle Dave

(Who brings her treats) and a few grandkids.

“I don't want to waste my precise energy at 86yrs old with just anybody”. She says while reheating this morning’s English tea in a tiny battered aluminum pot. “I only use one tea bag aday. My tea pot hold three cups. One I'm the morning, one at lunch and the last one at tea time.

“Grandma I will have a glass of water.”

Ok, go get the glass. When we lived in a sod hut in Saskatchewan while travelling across Canada in the Depression, we only had one tea bag per week. I feel pretty rich now using one per day.

I can't reach up to the closet shelf. You’re tall Janeen, reach in back and pull out the hats. I used to throw them up there when Grandpa was alive. He would pull them down for me. There are so many up there because Grandpa died so long ago.

Grandma was less than five feet tall but Grandpa was six foot three.