To me, my Gram was an amazing woman. She raised 9 children (a lot by today's standards), and no matter how busy she was, she always manged to have time (and patience) for her Grandchildren.
Here are some of my fondest (and funnier) memories of Gram:
When I was small, my favorite character was "Oscar the Grouch". What Gram didn't know was that I was playing "Oscar" when she started to find Milk cartons, egg cartons, and other assorted garbage under her bed and in her closets. It took her a very long time to tell anyone what was going on. She thought she was losing her mind!
One day, while I was taking my afternoon nap, Gram went outside to sweep the front walkway. When she was done, she realized that she had locked herself out of the house! I was told many years later, that in a near panic, she went around to the back of the house and stacked milk crates, garbage cans, etc., and climbed close to two floors so she could get in through the bathroom window. We still can't figure out how she fit through that tiny little window!
I never liked Breakfast food as a kid, but I would always eat Gram's soft-boiled eggs! One day my Mother asked Gram how to make these "special" eggs, and Gram gave her the recipe. The next morning my Mom made me the egg, and I calmly and firmly told her "I only eat Gram's eggs!" (I was a very loyal kid) :)
Gram was close to a "Felix Unger" when it came to cleaning her house. Every weekend, even well into her 70's, she pulled apart closets and scrubbed the floors on her hands and knees. I don't even have that much energy now!
I guess Gram was my first big musical influence. She always sang to me, and she even taught me how to whistle!