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Show 87 and the town are now extinct. Before Mama could get her things packed to go Aunt Jane called on the telephone to say that Grandma was dead. They brought her to Oak City for the funeral, and Mama went by train, took Rachel with her. When they got back LaRue's name was Rachel. I was disappointed to call her this old-fashioned name, but when I got to High School I learned that La Rue meant The Street in French, so was somewhat mollified. People in Joseph sometimes named their children for the sound, rather than the sense, and sometimes came up with such names as Chlorine. When Florence Gay, an older girl whom we adored, took the census up in Cove she ran onto a family with a girl named Kate. "How do you spell i t ? " she asked the mother. It was K-ate, the way the mother pronounced it. "Capital K and a figure 8, " said the mother. I would miss Grandma, even though when she came our play was out short, usually extinguished. Grandma believed an idle brain was the Devil's workshop. When I was seven and Macel five she put us to making nine-patch quilts out of the pieces some lady had given us to make doll clothes. Macel couldn't reach the treadle of the machine, so Mama had to do that for her while she guided the cloth, which was certainly a waste of man-power in my opinion. Naturally, Macel being the younger, she got all the glory, and my natural aversion to the project deepened. This quilt top (Macel's) was shown to every visitor. Just when we had all the pieces worked up some generous neighbor gave us pieces enough to make |