The Mouth That Roared

Grandma G was a crochet fiend, but never managed to get me past that one long string you start with. But the last time I visited her I fixed and cleaned her sewing machine for her, and sewing and crochet are both about hand-crafting things so when I was asked if there was anything of hers that I wanted to have when she died I immediately asked for the sewing machine. It's one of those old 1950s metal Singers built into a table but it's tough as nails, and I think of her every time I use it.