Ben Warren
Growing up, I have fond memories of eating Cracklin' Oat Bran for breakfast in the kitchen of her former New Hampshire home, and then doing a variety of tasks: maybe my brother Zach and I would build an igloo against the retaining wall of the driveway just outside the garage...or I would go into the dark and dusty basement and play the old piano my uncle Jim used to practice on as a child. My interest in old show tunes and torch songs came from playing them on this piano while Grammy would make dinner.
In the final weeks of her life, I was happy that my mother Mary purchased a small record player for her room so I could play Grammy familiar soundtracks or popular artists from her High School years. In closing, I will share the lyric she used to speak to me when talking about an old jump-rope song she used to sing as a child: "3, 6, 9 The goose drank wine The monkey chew tobacco on the streetcar line The line broke, the monkey got choked And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat Clap Pat - Clap Pat - Clap Pat - Clap Slap Clap Pat! Clap your hand... Pat it on your partner hand... right hand Clap Pat! Clap your hand... Cross it with your left arm Pat your partner left palm Clap Pat! Clap your hand... Pat your partner right palm Clap Slap! Clap your hand...
I will love you forever Grammy and may you Rest in Peace.

