Aunt Margaret’s assortment of regular customers would arrive every day. It was a social hub. These regulars would spend their time playing pool or sitting in the coffee shop. It was my job to make and serve them breakfast or burgers and fries. If they ever took a good look at the griddle we used, they might not have swallowed their lunch.
When I did the Aunt Fiona series, I received a number of letters from readers who asked me how I knew one of their relatives so intimately. You can make stuff up, but the truth is, you don’t have to!
I came from a staunch British family. It was considered bad form to call anyone at dinnertime—between 5:30 and 7:00. If the phone rang, my mother refused to answer, even if it was me calling!
I’ve told you about my grandmother coming to stay with us and taking my bedroom while she was visiting. She had waist-length hair, and when she washed it, she’d stand on the porch like this and brush her hair in the wind. Later, when I also had very long hair, I did the same thing. It made me think of her—every time.
My son never did go alone to work on the family farm…we all went!
Hi, Susan. Just an update on my dancing with the Big C. Chemo make me very tired and sleepy I sleep almost 14 hrs and if let be, I’d sleep more. Nausea is not constant , but appetite is gone as hair is about to. But so far it has not been as bad as some people have said it would be. Also it has not invaded other places in the body, so far.Doctor said if everything go as it’s going, I have a 80% chance of a cure.
Thanks for listening (so to speak)! :^)
Nowadays, folks “talk to themselves” all the time. It’s no big deal to see someone prattling away to an invisible companion as they drive or walk or sit in a coffee shop.
I have gone out to a public gathering with baby barf on my back. Thank goodness for the kindness of other moms who have keen eyes and wet wipes!
Thank you too, for the invaluable service you do on “That is Priceless”, now THAT is impressive work!
You are very much welcome, very nice of you to say that!