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My grandmother was a strong and special woman. Everyone

who knew her knew that. When my father was not quite

two, the family moved from Oklahoma to Pasadena,

Texas, to a white wooden house on Strawberry Lane. The

first morning after the long trip from Choctaw Nation,

Oklahoma, to her new home, my grandmother stepped

quietly on the front porch to greet the dawn.