Good memory #1 

I remember spending hours at a time in my grandmothers kitchen. She would be going about her day and I would be listening to her talk and listening to her 20’s-40’s music. She would sit with me at the table and we would just talk for hours. 

She taught me manners, etiquette, love and respect. 

About caroltrevor

A journal for my journey through life. I am a working mother with an autoimmune disease. Fibromyalgia and Hashimoto's, trying to not let it run my life.
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