I remember distinctly being on vacation with her in Maine. I had come from some job or other and had my trench coat in my possession...minus a button.
"Give Ma your coat" (yup, she Bob Doles) "I'll sew the button back on."
"Ma, I'll do it later."
"No. Give me your coat; I'll do it now."
"Yes, yes. Give me your coat."
"Can you thread the needle for me?"
After the needle is threaded, she sews like a woman who used to make shoes in the factory, then announces,
"I did it, but I did a lousy job."
*This is less true now than it was before she turned 85.
**It wasn't a lousy job.