Just after Sunday evening church service, we’d made the short drive to Grandma Brad-ford’s house to visit, one of my favorite family activities. Grandma was always warm and welcoming. She made me feel special, asking me about school and what my friends and I were up to. Everything seemed to spark a memory, and next thing we knew she would be telling long tales as we all sat listening to her.
But now it was January, and I couldn’t help but feel a little glum, with the excitement of Christmas behind us and winter tightening its grip on Grandma’s small farm
