 And she told me what was good enough for Grandma ain't good enough for her. So let's give the little hand to Big Lady, huh? Here she is, right here. Grandma was a lady, sewed and cleaned and cooked. Scrubbed her pots, raised her tots, the dear old gal was good. She stitched and licked, twisted cheese, her life was applesauce. The thing that won.