Grandma was generous. Uncle Bud told me that when he was a boy, a teenager, he had two pairs of pants, one with holes that were for everyday and one without holes for church. One day he was looking for his good pants. Grandma told him she had given them away to some poor kid who didn’t have any pants without holes. Uncle Bud, exasperated, said “Ma, now I don’t have any pants without holes.” Apparently, she didn’t think of her and Uncle Bud as poor.
I am back to writing if anyone wants to share stories about the Brubakers.