Date # 1 Grandma Runkle

Mom told me to invite Grandma to a Thanksgiving dinner at Rochester High School, so I realized that Grandma would want to go if I gave her: A) warning that I was taking her to Rochester, B) choice in the matter, and C) she would find a reason for just plain not going. So I called her and told her I was talking her on a date for dinner. I figured should wouldn't turn down a date with her Granddaughter, and left out where we were going. I stopped to pick up roses for her, which is when I believed I informed her that I was taking her out to dinner. Then got the roses and drove to her house, when I got there she was talking with a neighbor and told her I was taking her to the little diner in town for dinner. HAHAHA! Then I told her that I was taking her into Rochester, and she turned to me and said, "If I had known you were taking me clear into Rochester I would have said no." I replied, "I know, which is why I didn't tell you," which is where I got the stubborn Grandma look, and she realized that I wasn't going to back down a let her have her way. So she changed to go "into town," and away we went. She saw and talked people she hadn't seen in along time and enjoyed herself.