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, February 12, 2013
Dale - 1, Nail - 0
"November 24, 2001: Baked three pies. Mitch and Anna here in evening. We watched TV, played cards and then Rummikub.
November 25, 2001: Nancy came for me. We met Dale's family and Mary's family at a restaurant called "Grandmother's". Had a buffet style dinner -- really good. Then to Nancy's house for the p.m. Bill came -- Jenny wasn't feeling well. We played cards and visited.
November 26, 2001: Tired after the busy day yesterday."
The meal at Grandmother's is when I first heard the story of Dale shooting himself with the nail gun while working on the house. Quite the story from quite the storyteller. Needless to say, we were all thankful on that Thanksgiving Day to know that he was okay. It could definitely have been much worse. It isn't because of any bad karma feeling, but I do not believe I have been back to Grandmother's since that day.
Here's a photo of Dale before he handled very many power tools.
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