I have a very simple, but, to me, very precious early memory of being a little kid in Grammy’s kitchen, and sitting on her lap while she sang to me. I especially remember her singing A Bushel and a Peck, and how completely entranced I was. It’s a very simple memory, but it sticks out to me because of how safe and happy and loved I felt listening to her sing. It’s the same feeling I remember from lots of visits to Grammy’s house—the memories that stick out to me now are all small things, like playing under the mulberry bush, or helping set the table on the porch, or sitting with her in the living room while we both read and told each other about our books. It was so easy to be a kid in her presence!
Lucy Turns 100! 