By: Kathryn Ross
WELLSVILLE — “Grannie” sits by herself in the living room, long needles clacking in her fingers, turning slender strands of colorful yarn into a functional masterpiece. At her side, the phone rings. She picks up and says, “Hello,” hoping it is not another telemarketer. From across the miles, she hears her granddaughter’s voice. “Hi, Grannie. What are you up to?” “Just crocheting,” Grannie answers. “What's that,” her granddaughter asks? It...