Camping, That sounds like a wonderful childhood w/ lots of good memorys. No wonder you love them. I am very sorry about your GM . I know you were very close .
I could spend a week talking about them. I was more like her than anyone else in the family. She had a giant table and no one ever left hungry. She didn’t make fancy things, just good country food. Her mom never turned away people either, even if all she had was a leftover biscuit and cool water from the cistern. She said the hobos had the house marked, and my grandma spent days looking for the symbol that told people to stop there. She realized as adult that they had a hackberry tree with a split trunk in front of the house, and the travelers would pass along that they could get a meal at that house.