These were my grandmother’s stories that she wrote, painfully typing them out with 2 finger style pecking motions which took hours. I’ve inherited her blog space and I intend on starting it up again since I haven’t had a thing to do with it in about 5 years now.
I took my bundle buggy and went to the supermarket yesterday. Never thought I’d ever get used to Sunday shopping. I used to think about all of them people who have to work and be away from their families but, I figured since they were there anyway….I may as well get some use out of it.
Back when I was younger, nobody went shopping on a Sunday. Hell, nobody did much of anything. We’d get up, get dressed, go to church, have lunch and sit around for the afternoon, reading the newspaper or books. During the summer days, we’d go for a drive or head to the lake for a swim. Not much got done on a Sunday and that was good.
I remember one Sunday, Ernest and I packed up the kids into a car that Ernest had borrowed from one of the people he did odd jobs for whatever cash he…
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