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She was a nice person, just stern. It didn't help that she had dementia at the end either, also that I was only a kid when I knew her.

I remember her and grandad taking me to the circus when I was about five...that's probably where I got freaked out by clowns and why I don't like them now...anyway, I got cinnamon donuts (hot ones) and remember getting the sugar everywhere. She didn't get mad, just patiently wiped it off, cleaned me up, and then later I had another and did the same thing. She helped then too. More patience than I would have had. Lol.

It's funny what memories stay in mind.