by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
Grandma was always talking about her pajamas. At least that’s how it appeared to me when I was a youngster running roughshod around her cookie-infused kitchen. It seemed like she began every sentence with, “I have a nighty…” I wondered why she kept reminding me of what she wore to bed.
Years later I learned that was Grandma’s short-cut for “I have