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.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Poor Dane
"August 28, 1992 (cont. because Mary missed this part in yesterday's post): Nancy came this evening. Left Dane at Greta's.
August 29, 1992: Dane here in morning. Nancy and I played Manipulation.
August 30, 1992: Went to church. Bishop Jessen preached -- stayed for pot luck dinner. Dennis W. here in p.m. Had a real nice visit. Nancy left here at 5:00 on her way home."
Hmmm. Grandma rather makes it sound like Dane was unceremoniously dumped at Mom's and that she and Nancy ignored him all morning whilst playing cards. And, to make matters worse, it appears only Nancy left on the 30th, leaving Dane to his own three-year-old devices to find his way home. Hardly the way to treat the Golden Child. Look at him there in the photo, so sweet and trusting . . . love the foot position.
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