Cynthia Ann Coffee (“Granny”) was my paternal grandmother. (My father was Walter Alexander Tripp (d. 1986).) I visited her almost every summer until her death in 1954. She was a sweet-natured, teeny-tiny woman. She reputedly smoked a pipe, but I never saw her use one. She did dip snuff. I remember being told her parents died in Arkansas when she was child and she was adopted by the Coffees. I remember hearing nothing about her mother, but her father was reputedly thrown from a horse, dying as a result. I could be completely wrong about this of course, but that’s what I recall being told.