I can not even look at this picture without thinking why why why? Never a mean bone or a mean word did she speak. Always welcome in her home and always had the best crafts in the making. Always welcome to eat drink and be merry. I must confess though the very best times in life were going to Prudence Island as a very young teenager in the summer and sleeping over for days with my cousins. We could drive cars at any age there you just had to be able to see over the steering wheel and touch the brakes to be able to stop. We drove around around around around and around the little island all day long with a gas can in the back seat or in the trunk. There were no cops, no laws, no crimes, no restaurants , no place to go and very few houses! Well except the beach parties we were not suppose to go to. (best ever). I remember her telling us one day we better not have used up all the gas in the clunker and I said oh no we did not go to far and she said No but you drove by the house 9 times. I asked how she knew and she said I know the sound of every car that goes by and mine went by 9 times. Off to the dock we went to fill up the can! Love you Auntie kiss my Dad for me. Tell him I am being a good girl !! hehe. xoxoxox
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 02:37:17 +0000
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