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My grandmother Daisy was my babysitter when my mother was busy serving as a teacher, church clerk, program organizer for the
church youth, leader of the Thanksgiving Harvest service, or planner of children’s community events, including: field trips to passion

plays, ice skating shows, historic tours in Florida, college football games, chorus concerts, and debutante meetings, which I’m sure led

to me becoming a debutante myself when I was of age. All of these events took place outside of Sanford.

When I would go to the movies in the late afternoon as a teenager, my grandmother would sometimes walk to the movies at night to

pick me up. It was about six to seven blocks from our home. The street lights didn’t always work, but she would make the sacrifice to
walk those dark streets, so I would not have to walk home alone.

Did I mention that my grandmother did all the cooking at our home? Yes, my mother, being the only child at that time, was spoiled
in this fashion. My mother rarely cooked … nor did I. When I first got married, I had to call my grandmother to ask her how to prepare

my husband’s meals. Would you believe it? I was good at making hamburgers because I used special secret ingredients. And I could

bake an excellent pound cake and strawberry swirl cake, so my daddy said. He would complement me highly for my baking skills.
Currently, I have no desire to bake a cake and few other things. Daisy Pearl Brown was one of a kind.