When I was a kid and Gramaw would take me to the mountains, I always enjoyed the trip up there almost as much as being there. She would tell me stories of her childhood, about my dad and uncles, and my PawPaw (these such stories generally ended in PawPaw cussing somebody). We would drive country roads to get there and avoid Route 66, though it was faster that way.
One hot, sunny day I noticed Gramaw, who was wearing a t-shirt, also had a long shirt sleeve on her left arm, which was resting on the window well as she steered the car with her right hand. It was just the sleeve cut off another shirt.
"Gramaw, why do you have a sleeve on your arm?"
"To keep it from getting hot and sunburned," she replied.
"Oh," I replied thoughtfully. And thinking back, I can never remember her applying sunscreen or bug spray, instead, she had these little inventions to keep those pesky things away.
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