So this was what I was thinking, she wrote letters on a typewriter sitting at our dining room table. Now I just leave a comment on a blog, and status on Facebook or send a text on my phone. She would have never in a million years, believed some of the things I have seen on Facebook. Heck, I didn't even say the word pregnant until I was 10!
She would read to us out-loud for hours. She would tell us stories and draw us pictures. She would tell us stories in French and work on our accents. She sewed and embroidered and did crochet. She made rugs and read books. She wrote her congressman and loved repainting furniture. She loved gardening and in the summer we only ate from the garden. People were always at our house. She was very shy and quiet, but she had such quick wit and such a dry sense of humor that when she did talk, the visitors would be laughing so hard they would be crying. She was always taking these poor mothers in who had just had a baby and the mother would sleep and sleep. ( Always in my room and my bed.) My Mom would play and take care of the babies. She really loved babies.
I wish you the best Forth of July, watching fireworks, eating hot dogs and maybe having Kool Aid.--- red of course.
"My mother said to me, 'If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.' Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso."