Love reading about your memories. My grandmother laughed, a lot.
She flirted with men a lot, even beyond the age of 80. I remember touring New York City with grandma. She was so enthusiastic; her face beamed at the sights and sounds. In our
kitchen, at the farmhouse, she tripped over our English Shepherd, which happened to be sleeping in the middle of the floor. Grandma sat there beside that dog and grandma laughed and
laughed. That lady was the cutest, little person! God bless the
grandmas!
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