Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Mildred Anna
I have many memories of my maternal grandmother but none of them look anything at all like this photograph. She's dressed up. Perhaps for church or maybe for her wedding to Clark. She looks relaxed, happy. Only the shoes seem familiar: sensible, sturdy.
In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
2 comments:
I love these family photos!
I love having you back! For some reason I really like getting comments. It's the only way I can be sure someone besides me is reading this :)
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