I wasn’t fond of sharing my bed either.
The only time I really remember much of my grandmother was when she was invited to stay with us when I was a child and I had to share my bed and a small room with her at that.
This might sound horrible but I hated it. I didn’t know her and had never really seen an old person up that close and personal. It felt somewhat spooky from a young child’s viewpoint. It wasn’t anything I was used to.
She refused to use a phone, a lawn mower, shampoo, or anything too modern. She basically had Mennonite customs but not the mentality or the same belief systems yet my grandmother appeared very simple minded.
She was an interesting woman and I wished I’d known her before this event but I didn’t. She had the most beautiful silver hair which she washed with sunlight laundry soap.
It’s funny how some long term memories are so very clear but then again I’m told that’s a symptom of senility.