Agreeing with Boom... such changes I've seen.
But now off to that my grandmother was a saint.
I may have posted a photo of her before, dunno, and not chasing right now.
Will come back with it if I find it, scan, and so on.
Anyway, I was born in late '41. After a lot of years and long stories, my mother and I stayed with my aunt when my father was at Bikini (more on that, but not now).
So, I was six or seven when I learned my grandmother was a saint. My grandmother was still there in the house then, and so was pa pa.
My mother told me that my grandmother had been close to dying and that the blessed virgin appeared to her and told her she would get well, and then she birthed more children.
On commentary, it's hard to separate the me from back then, being seven, and the me, now, emotionally.
When my grandmother was going through that trevail was likely in the 1890's.
I take it now as fever or dreams by grandmother. I don't remember what I thought back then, more than I didn't get it. My mother strongly believed.