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A story for the ages

When my grandfather, Francis, the one I was oh so very close to, was in his early 20's.... and still single, he hadn't had much to do with the church.  His mother and sister and many of his other relatives had, though.  I don't think his father had had much to do with the church either.

Anyway... one Sunday afternoon he took his mother, sister and her husband out for a drive in his new Cadillac.  They stopped way out south, in the vicinity of where my parents live now.  They were thirsty and hungry and decided to get something to eat and drink at a place called 'The Cotton Bottom'.  I'm sure it was the only place around for miles back then... this was the 1930's.



My grandfather, having had nothing to do with the church, ordered a beer.

His sister and her husband, being very active LDS, were completely appalled and had no qualms about showing it.

My great grandmother, Sarah (who my daughter Sarah is named after and the same person where much of my mom's and Ally's personality's come from), was not happy about their self-righteousness and decided to order a beer for herself... just to show them.

She'd of course, being devout LDS her whole life, never had alcohol and had no idea how to drink it.  So she asked for a straw and sat and sipped her ENTIRE glass of beer through it.

Can't wait to meet her!



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