1) First, to understand what happens next, you must know that my paternal grandmother fed everyone who walked in the door, whether they wanted food or not, and she met protests to the contrary with cups of coffee, plates of biscuits, bowls of cornbread and milk.
I was still an infant, and Mom was fasting one day, and praying. For some reason, she and I had to go to her in-laws' house, where they were just sitting down to breakfast.
Grandma - "Are you hungry?"
Mom - "I'm fasting today, and praying."
Grandma - (puts an empty plate in front of her) "Just in case."
2) Mom's grandmother was a lot like Mom's mother-in-law, but smaller.
In this corner: Great-Grandma J, 4'11" or thereabouts, a frail little woman from Sweden.
In that corner: Bill, a crusty old cowboy who had been like my dad's foster father, and a harder-headed individual would be difficult to find.
GG J - "Hungry?"
Bill - "No, thanks."
GG J - (pointing imperiously) "Shut 'er up and eat."
It was the only time any of us had ever seen him cowed by a female, let alone a miniature septuagenarian.