The rapt attention of my grandmother Ruth, my sister Ruth, my brother Don and their squeezed in friend on the far left is enough to make me want to drop everything and get lost in a story.
Dare to dream as the days grow shorter.
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3 comments:
I dream of stepping into your childhood. A benevolent grandmother AND a glider!
I KNEW you would love this.
I of course was not born yet.
By then, my parents had a movie
camera and the only record of my
younger years is
shaky footage of a chubby toddler
learning to walk!
But to your point, I did have this wonderful Canadian grandmother and the slider!
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