Thirty years ago today my Grandma Scott died. I don't think any of you got to know her. It is your loss. I always felt such love whenever we visited Grandma Scott. I didn't really see her very often, maybe every other year, but every time we saw her was a treat. She made the most delicious homemade bread. She shaped every loaf into individual thick pieces of bread, kind of like those pull aparts if you have ever had them. I mostly remember being in her kitchen. What a happy place it is in my memory. She also told us wonderful, funny stories. She came out for my wedding in 1973. I don't know if I appreciated it as much then as I do now. It was a long drive, and she looked so beautiful at the reception. I just wanted to give all of you a little piece of her today. I am also including a photo of Maggie--she kind of looks like a Scott to me in it. Grandma is the little girl on the left.