My Grandmother, God bless her, had a very hard life in many ways. I remember her generosity to help others. The train tracks were across the highway from her house and we were across the pasture from her. Every now and then (my grandmother called them hobo's) someone would show up at her door for a hand out. She would always have them wait outside while she fixed them a nice thick sandwich. She never refused them and always answered her door. The men would eat and then be on their way.