I don’t really claim to know a lot
What you’ll learn is usually naught
My thoughts often crude
You get what you pay for – do you not?
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I didn’t know my grandmother very well. We lived in different states. My contact with her as a child was limited to a week or two each year. I remember that she was kind, very busy, very tall and thin.
My mother worshipped her mother. My grandmother was the strongest woman she ever knew. According to my mom, my grandmother could do anything she set her mind to, and she never showed weakness. She was hard working and tenacious. She could put sheets on a bed with one fluid swing of her arms.
My name was my grandmothers. I didn’t like it growing up. I thought it sounded like an old lady name. I’ll do some remedial self analysis and guess that I felt this way because, the only other Lydia I knew was my grandmother, and in my child’s eyes, she was an old lady.
Growing up with the…
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