Rose (Dick Hallorann’s grandmother)

My ma said I didn’t have to go to the funeral, that I could stay with Gramma Rose—my White Gramma—if I wanted to, but I wanted to go. You bet I did. I wanted to make sure old Black Grampa was really dead. “It rained that day.

Dick’s maternal grandmother with the shining, called Gramma Rose and White Gramma; matches the established grandmother role.

“You got a knack,” Hallorann said, turning to him. “Me, I’ve always called it shining. That’s what my grandmother called it, too. She had it. We used to sit in the kitchen when I was a boy no older than you and have long talks without even openin our mouths.”

Hallorann’s grandmother had the shine and spoke telepathically with Dick when he was Danny’s age.

A man of a philosophical bent might have called it the sound of souls. Dick Hallorann’s Nana, who had grown up on southern roads in the years before the turn of the century, would have called it ha’ants. A psychic investigator might have had a long name for it—psychic echo, psychokinesis, a telesmic sport.

Narrator calls grandmother Nana and places her childhood on southern roads before the twentieth century.