I was very blessed growing up to have wonderful grandparents. My Grandmother Lynch was a successful business woman, a trailblazer for working women of the 1950s and 1960s. The Sims side was almost as boisterous as our family of three rambunctious boys… and me, the lone daughter. As the first grandchild and only girl for years, I was, frankly, spoiled. There, the world was my oyster. Not one to remember details, I can see their Savannah Gardens home clearly even today. I truly thought my Grandmother and Grandpa Sims were rich because of the abundance that came from their kitchen and home. I remember the size of the postage stamp structure totally belied the amount of activity within. As I grew older, I realized that my grandparents did not lead privileged lives in the sense of material wealth, but they were wealthy nonetheless, and I’m the richer for having been their grandchild. If you’d like to know more about my rich relatives, read “My Rich Grandfather” under “Miscellaneous Musings”. What are your precious memories?