my grandmother's large white lima beans ... she was a short little Indian woman and I can see her at her stove right now in my memory ... she is the only one I miss from my family ... I could depend on her to tell me like it was and always the truth ... I remember when I was about three years old, I would wiggle in church (hyperactive) and if she told me she'd pinch me if I did not get still, *laughing* then I knew it was coming. I really loved that old woman! Everyone did!
