My grandmother died in 2005. She did not own a computer. I think she could have mastered some computer skills, but she had plenty of interests and activities and friends to keep her engaged in the world. She wrote things down, not fictional stories but events of her life, both past and present. After she died, I was given the honor of keeping some of her writings. I thought starting a blog with them might be fun. I hope readers will find it enjoyable. Thanks for stopping by.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Baby shower!
"November 10, 1990: Greta, Dorothy Jo and I went to Lincoln. Attended a baby shower in p.m. at Rick's cousin's home for Mary. Family gathered at Tom's for chili supper. Greta stayed at Dale's, Dorothy with Nancy and I at Tom's. Met Nancy and Dorothy at Valentino's for brunch Sunday a.m. -- all went shopping on p.m."
For once I have a photo that is directly related to Grandma's topic. Dane is "helping" me, it appears. I remember that sweater. I wore it to the hospital to have Mitch -- not that we knew we were staying for sure when we went there, but as it turned out we did. I think I am looking pretty good for being about 6 weeks from delivering. Love the monster glasses.
Trying to figure out from Grandma's entry whether Mom got to go to Valentino's and shopping. She isn't mentioned. I will assume all went back up to Winside that Sunday, but Grandma doesn't say one way or the other.
On a different note, yesterday's post was my 50th for this blog. Hard to believe.
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I remember your baby shower very clearly but I don't remember that Dorothy Jo stayed with me. Also remember that Merilyn and I were in charge of getting your shower gift and I thought that was odd since neither of us had children. We had fun shopping for it though and as I remember were given pretty specific suggestions for Greta.
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid I don't remember what I gave you at the baby shower. I do remember that the cousin had one of those bouncy horse things. Can't remember the proper name. I remember that it was sitting right by sliding glass doors. Dane got on that thing and rode it so hard and fast I was afraid he was going to crash into those doors. Obviously I fretted for nothing.
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