I do not remember my maternal grandmother. I only have a few photos. However, she is my oldest memory. Now that must sound odd to you. What I remember is that when I was three she died in Portland, Oregon. My mother and her sister had the responsibility of taking her body on the train for burial in Iowa. Our train left Seattle and my aunt's train left Portland. The two trains met in eastern Washington. My memory is of my mother telling me to watch for my grandmother's casket in the baggage car. We were walking along the train and there it was right through the open door. Isn't that something for a three year old to experience!