Gramma our Gram...Looking back to our childhood magical memories, I can recall moments of warmth and happiness. From Majestic ave. and the big Thanksgiving meals at the long table in the back, the big back yard and the Tree house, making mud pies with the neighbors, Camping Trips with the Smith-Tabors, the fleishhacker swimming pool, her sitting out in the back yard in the morning drinking her coffee, and reading her newspaper every morning, walks on the beach collecting sea shells, her rock tumbling and polishing, Paul Brown the toy maker, Curly the shaggy dog, travelling with our gramma to visit relatives, the way she said, " di-a-pur" (smile), telling us how many books she use to sit under a tree and read, her olympic style swimming laps, Zen and Allen Watts, the Unitarian Church, Felllowship Church, rides to Ballet classes, her Soprano singing voice, her jogging around the track, her dancing spirit, her saying, " Oh fudge" (smile), her long line of Colleges attended from; Univ. of Chicago to Mills colllege, and her wonderful, magical paintings that we watched her create over the years...Yes, she will always be our " Gram"...who we love forever and until...