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My paternal grandmother was jolly. That was the best way to describe her. She was at least seventy when we attended the town football game one Friday night. It was of course cold weather and the temperature was freezing. We were bundled in the school colors but we each looked like glass elephant blue huddled in the bleachers. I worried about her being so insistent on attending this cold night but she had a premonition that our team was going to win big. Grandma may have looked like a weirdo when she pulled a giant white onion out of her purse and began snacking on it like an apple. She said it was the best way to stay warm. I saw it was the best way to drive away the crowd seated close to us. Needless to say Grandma was right when the town Blue Tigers won 20 to 0.
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