But, Times Change, and People Change

As a young girl, I remember going with my family to visit my grandmother.  She greeted my older brother and me with a hug, a big smile, and a plate of white sugar cookies.  She wore a dark dress with black tie shoes.  She  fixed her silver-gray hair in a bun.  She was kind, and I loved her.  As I look back, life seemed simple.  But, times change and people change. When my mother was 19, she left her home town on a Greyhound Bus for the seventy-mile trip to Minneapolis.  Alone.  She worked as a maid for a well-to-do Read More