and said, “Honey, you just go right on out to the track and enjoy all that money!” As an ardent racehorse fan, she had her own box at Churchill Downs but when she wasn’t there in person, she sat in her café figuring her horses. She grew to be known for her perennial pencil that was always kept handy in her bun for her “horse figuring.” She was buried with that pencil in her hair. When a documentary film was made of Kentucky, there was my grandmother at Churchill Downs in a glorious picture with her perpetual black dress and a red shawl. The only times I didn’t see her wear a black dress was when she wore her light blue White Cottage uniform or at night when she was in her gown or robe, walking barefoot like a girl as she went from room to room, opening drawers and going through her treasures of pictures,