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STORIES GRANDMA CHARLOTTE SHARED WITH ME

by Deanne Larsen Hanson
 When Grandma was a very young girl she had a very close best friend (girlfriend). 
They would pick each other up for school each morning.  There was to be a very special
day at school and they both had pretty new dresses.  The night before, Grandma dreamed
that this friend came to her in her new dress and said "I must go now".  Grandma said,
wait for me and I'll get ready and go with you.  But her friend said, no, it isn't your turn
yet.  I'll come for you when it's time.  The next morning Grandma learned her friend had
died during the night.

As a teenager she helped her father and brothers keep a mercantile store in Logan. One of Grandma's jobs was to sweep the window sills and shelves where many dead flies accumulated. One day she filled a pretty box with dead flies and wrapped it in pretty ribbon and watched as a lady shoplifted it.
Grandma was very popular with the boys at a very young age. Grandpa Anderson used to get very upset with her at times and call her a flirt (which was not a good thing in those days). Grandma was also crazy about Grandpa Rube. When there was a big dance at school, Grandma had already accepted a date from another fellow - then Grandpa asked her for the same dance and she accepted. She made some excuse to the first fellow why she couldn't go. Grandma said there was great distress and surprise when she showed up with Grandpa. The day Grandma got married a boy called and asked her for a date. He asked if she was getting married. Grandma said no - then added she was already married as of that morning. Grandma said she was sorry the way she led boys on. She always knew Grandpa was the one. Even after Grandma was married a young man kept going over to Grandpa Anderson's home in hopes of seeing Charlotte. Grandpa Rube was so jealous. He said if he ever saw that guy he was going to run him through with a poker.
As a girl in her family Grandma was always the go-between. When her brother John needed a new suit for High School graduation he asked Grandma to ask great-grandfather Anderson. Grandma said that happened a lot - when anyone needed or wanted anything they would ask Grandma to approach her father. Grandma said she also took care of her mother - telling her Dad when she needed a new dress and so on.
Another time Grandpa had to be out of town a very long time. He had cut down 6 poplar trees for firewood - in a nice big wood pile. LaFay and Berneice went out and lit in on fire. Grandma said it was the biggest bonfire she had ever seen. Of course Grandpa was gone and missed the "fireworks".

LAFAY STORIES

LaFay never would eat. In the spring when the snow would melt, the sack lunches were spread all over the school playgrounds where LaFay would drop them on the way. LaFay had no fear. She would take the little red wagon to the top of the hill - stand up in it and ride pell-mell speeding down the hill. She was a very darling little girl. One day as a little girl, LaFay sat in the sandpile a long, long time. Grandma Charlotte finally went out to see what she was doing. She had Grandma's best linen napkin with a dead bird wrapped inside. She said, "Oh mother, I've found this dear little bird in the road and Mommie, I've buried him three times and he still hasn't gone to Heaven yet." Another time LaFay - a very small child - ran outside without any clothes on. She climbed up on the garage roof and was running back and forth on the roof. Grandma was scared to death of heights. She finally got the courage to go up after her. LaFay ran away from Grandma and slid down the wooded ladder. Grandma wondered how she ever escaped getting slivers in her little bare bottom. LaFay loved music. She would run to the piano early in the morning and make up songs. She loved to listen to opera records. She also made up plays and enlisted all the kids in the neighborhood as actors. She made their costumes out of newspapers.

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