To me, she was Grandma Carol. I had my grandma (
Marian Joyce (Benning) Kroetch) who I spent many weekends with, but I also had my Grandma Carol who I'd visit with at least once a year in the Seattle area of Washington.
My first trip to Washington was only when I was a few months old, and every year I'd fly up to spend time with my grandpa and 'Grandma Carol' before I got a bit older. Trips up north from California to spend time with them were always so much fun. Up in Washington my family included a lot of people. After the visits up North stopped, so too did my relationship with these relatives. My Grandpa was my link to that relatively large (at least to me) side of the family.
As was popular at the time, I remember Grandma Carol enjoyed smoking Marlboros and wowed me with her ability to make smoke rings by manipulating the plastic wrap around the cigarettes.
One year, she used all of her points she collected to purchase me a telescope, and another year she got the dartboard that I still have today.
Most of my memories of her I recall her being in the kitchen. She was very loving.