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.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Never too old to ask Mom
"June 14, 2002: As usual I played lazy today. Did fold the laundry and put it away. Talked to Nancy in evening.
June 15, 2002: My neighbor, Bernice, called to borrow two round cake pans. She was baking a special cake for her husband. Greta called in p.m. Arlene R. had brought five chickens and Greta wanted to know how to package them. I told her about our plans for tomorrow so there won't be a Sunday morning call.
June 16, 2002: Nancy came a little early -- we left here about 7:45. Went to Dale and Lynn's church. Dane was an acolyte. Lynn was at some convention in San Antonio. After church we went to IHOP -- a special pancake house. Dale treated us to our meal. Then Nancy and I did my grocery shopping -- took it to the apartment and took a nap. Went to Tom and Merilyn's about 2:00. The kitten is really special. He walks around the place as if he owns it. Jeff M. came while we were there. I was back here about 5:00. Nancy went right home to rest.
As an over 50-type person, I am glad to see that in 2002 my mom was still asking her mom things she didn't know. It is supposed to work that way, of course, but I am still glad to read this.
And did Tom and Merilyn ever have a cat that didn't think it owned the place? They have/had a knack for some real characters, even for cats. I was telling someone about that rough-and-tumble Keena (sorry, if I am spelling that wrong) just the other day.
Here's Mom learning something about gardening from Grandma, no doubt -- something I am learning now. Looks like a healthy bunch of something they are picking there.
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