I didn’t really know my Grandparents very well, I mean… I did lots of fun things with them but to sit and talk with them and get to really know them isn’t something I ever got to do. They both died in their early 60’s when I was barely 20. So I am left with home movies, still pictures of them and the stories I heard my mom and her siblings tell.
My mom, HastyMom, sent me this piece she wrote yesterday. Every time a friend or family member sends me something they wrote I feel like I am getting to see something new inside of them. This is a story my mom wrote about my Grandparents, a story she wanted to preserve.
The pictures are of my Grandparents.
When she was young and full of dreams she caught the eye of a Dr’s son. She was only 17 and…
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