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Every year when I was a kid, I went to visit my grandparents. I think a lot of other readers did, too. If you missed the original column about shoes, cemeteries and my grandparents, go to: http://tinyurl.com/DR061813
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From my Email Bag:
"When I read about [you] visiting cemeteries with grandparents, I had to respond. I have wonderful memories of spending time on my grandparents farm which adjoined a large cemetery. In the evening after milking and supper was over, my grandmother would fill pails with water and we'd head over to the cemetery. Once there we would water the pots of flowers by the family graves. As we walked through, she would tell us stories of the persons buried there.
Their lives became special to us, and I've been able to share their stories with my children when we have been to the cemetery. After the flowers were all watered, and it was near dark, my siblings and cousins would play hide-and-go-seek. We loved going to the cemetery with my grandmother."--Sandy
"Your story today could have been about me and my grandma Ward. She was a farmer's wife [in] Covington, Indiana. She had all the same fruits and berries you mentioned and the gooseberries were off limits to us kids. She hoped to have enough to make pies but that never stopped me from snitching a pocketful when I got the chance...and I never remember seeing any gooseberry pies. Plenty of apple, peach and pumpkin though. I visited during summer and spring vacations and those weeks were some of the best in my life.
My grandma and grandpa were modest people and the gift of her love is one I'll never forget. Oh and Suzanne, she always wore a work dress with an apron that she made from her chicken feed sacks. Only on Sundays did Grandma shed her apron. I could go on and on...you've stirred up so many memories for me today...thank you so much for sharing your life Suzanne. I love reading your stories! A big hug to you."--Donna
"Your story about your grandparents brought back wonderful memories that I have of my own grandparents. They were Italian immigrants and both couldn't have been more than five feet two, but I thought they were as big as life. I would wake up on a Sunday morning in their little house to the sound of my grandmother singing in Italian while she was making her meatballs and fabulous tomato sauce. The smells coming out of that kitchen would drift into my room, and my mouth would water. Of course, she would always give me a few of those meatballs before breakfast,and let me dip bread into the pot of sauce for a tasty treat. When I think of my grandparents, I think of great smells and wonderful food. And of being so unconditionally loved. I'm so grateful I had them in my life, if only for a little while. Suzanne, it's so great to read with you." --Julie
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
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THEIR VIRGIN HOSTAGE (MASTERS OF MENAGE, Book 5) by Shayla Black and Lexi Blake
A sexy play on the classic romance hostage bride trope. Kinley is kidnapped minutes before her wedding. Law and Riley deliver her to Dominic, a man who blames her fiance for his sister's death. He's spent years plotting revenge, but one look at Kinley has him rethinking his plans because she might be the one woman who can please them all.
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