He said: "She was the oldest daughter of emigrants and married the oldest son of emigrants; gave him two sons and a daughter and moved the dishes and the curtains each time they moved to another foreign place. Her right hip was injured at birth and she always walked with a limp that she tried to hide, but couldn't. She held on to a slight accent from living among people who had to relearn a language to speak. She had small hands and big feet. She smoked a lot and loved to cut pats of butter and eat each of them on a small piece of bread. Sometimes she didn't even bother with the bread. Her husband had other wives but no other children. She sat down one night to watch Walter Cronkite give the days' news and she never got up. She had a heart attack and died before the first commercial and she died never really knowing what it was like to not be an emigrant." Stumble It!
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Lvely, evocative post.
I meant "lovely"
Thanks for the view, and the positive revue. Your visit is appreciated.
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