Grandma Julia would have been 103 today. She liked to drive a luxury car and wear diamonds. She drove her friends that were too old for driver's licenses or who had never learned to drive to their doctor’s appointments, shopping and to church. When I went to see Grandma, like it as not, we would spend part of our day driving someone somewhere.
One afternoon back in the late 60’s or early 70’s, I was sitting in the back seat listening to Grandma and one of her friends visiting. They were discussing the moral decline of TV. Grandma said, “I just don’t know what it’s all coming to. Why, there’s a killing every month on Gunsmoke now. One a month! I just don’t know how long we can continue watching that kind of killing.” Her friend tsk-tsk’ed and shook her head back and forth in agreement. I remember the conversation clearly because I was afraid my folks would wise up to Matt Dillon killing more than he was capturing. If that happened there would be no Matt Dillon bringing men to justice every week, there would be no Miss Kitty, Doc, Festus and his mule or popcorn at our house on Saturday nights. I never told my folks and Gunsmoke played on. Whenever I see an episode of "24" with Jack Bauer and Chloe meting justice, I can't help but wonder what Grandma would say.
Updated: A doll was what I chose and I named her Judy, after my mom's hairdresser.