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OK, that doom’s day bell will ring again...........Labor day, that infamous day Mother used to make me pack away my white shoes! I used to be so sad as a little girl when we packed up the shorts, sandals, sun dresses, as we went back to school and said good bye to summertime. I guess I am one of the few last women alive who actually had a wonderful childhood, and I truly did.  Until I was about 8 yrs. old, Mother, Daddy, my younger brother, Billy, and I lived in the downstairs apartment at my Nannie & Papa’s house,(my paternal Grandparents). I recall when I realized that all kids didn’t live with their grandparents, I felt so sorry for the other kids! I loved living with them just upstairs—hey, Nannie was probably one of the all time great southern cooks! Homemade biscuits, fried chiken, potato salad, cakes, pies, you name it, she could cook it! I still miss her so much and she passed away in ‘77. I wonder if she delights in the fact that I am now a Grandmother? I know I can never be as great at “grandmothering” as she was! She was quite a large woman with this wonderful comforting lap to climb into whenever a child needed “loving“! I will write more about her later,
Got to run for now, but hey, this is a start!!


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