You can't judge a grandmother by the fullness of her refrigerator.
At least in Grandma Anne's case. Witness to the changing times and her grandchildren who changed with them, she was totally accepting. Nights were spent worrying whether her daughter and son-in-law would make it to the party on time, whether her granddaughter would find the right shoes for her dress. She asked for nothing. She gave everything. But not from her refrigerator.
Her "frigidaire," as she called it, was an example of how a non-cook deals with a restricted diet. To keep her high cholesterol under control, there was margarine, never butter. And always Egg-Beaters, the eggless concoction that comes in a carton. Milk for a cold-cereal dinner. Bananas, for needed potassium, on top of the refrigerator.
So even though she depended on the local deli for family get-togethers, she still went beyond the call of her grandmotherly duties. She hoarded Campbell's soups, and when she finished adding the one can of water to the vegetables or noodles, she would peel off the label and send it to her grandson. He was collecting them for a school project. She shouldn't have eaten the soup. Too much sodium.