She would sit an knit for the coming winter as it gets so cold in Canada day and night those knitting needles of steal would go faster than a speedy race car I am sure,but then a storm was coming and the fork lighting sprang through the windows ,she jumped up quickly screaming talking loud ok girls lets board up the house close the windows and away with the steel needles as anything of the sort is dangerous. In the meantime finding my oldest sister was easy as she would be so scared she'd hide in the closet everytime thunder would hit the roof so terribly loud as if the roof would come off any minute.Who is this I speak of my paternal grandmother she lived next door from us growing up and had some bad experiences on a farm where she grew up with lighting and thunder The part I didn't like was my oldest sister lived with her and I always thought how wrong it was to put the fear of god in her everytime a storm would hit and although for some reason she didn't scare me I would sit in the closet with my poor sister who was shaking from fright and hold her and I would ride out that bad storm with her and she wouldn't feel so alone with thunder and lighting hitting the house. I would name this riding out the storm