Gramma thought George was so nice. He was. Unfortunately, his Scottish brogue was strong at times. From the back seat I heard a great deal of "what did he say?" from her. Mom did most of the translating.
Okay, yes, she HATED the walker but she dolled herself up just the same. You just never knew who you would meet!
One of the drizzely hours. Our energy was on the wane. By now she'd mostly ditched the walker for a wonderfully carved cane that we found on Skye.
One of my favorite pictures.
Oh, Erin. So sweet of you to put these on. She looked so different then, full of face, she would have said she looked fat. In fact, I think when she lost all that weight she liked it at first because her face became so thin. I love these photos and the memories. We MUST go back to Scotland. We'll take our men next time, but I'm not sure it will be as fun--it will be different, for sure. I love you. MOM
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