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.
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