On Saturday nights, Granny and I watch hockey. I wheel Granny close to the screen. That way, she can follow the puck as it whips around the rink. When someone scores, Granny and I shout "hooray." "Did you play hockey when you were little?" I ask Granny. "When I was little, girls were not allowed to play hockey," she says. "Why not?" "It was only for boys." "What did girls do?" "They learned how to make soup and clean and sew.

" "Were they allowed to watch hockey on television?" I ask. Granny laughs. "There was no television back then, honey," she says. "What was there?" "There was only the rink on the lake behind our house. It froze all the way across, to where the pine forest stood.".