My maternal grandmother was quite the colorful lady....from blue hair to amazing tales...she always captivated me with her childhood stories and interesting views on life. I have never met anyone since that time who was even half as eccentric as my dear grandma was. I have all the colorful memories of her tucked away swaddled in beautiful cloth....every once in a while I set them free like a wonderful pony out of it's fence. Now the memories of my Mom ,well...that is a horse of another color.
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