In this grandmother story, I look back on the life of my mother’s mother.
“Look at this,” my grandmother said. “Not a tooth broken.”
We kids looked at the comb. We were not impressed. This grandmother story had to offer more!
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“I made this when I was 8 years old.”
I looked again. Now I was impressed. I was 8 years old, and I had no idea how to make a comb. This one was big, maybe eight inches long, thick and creamy white. Indeed, not a tooth was broken. It looked nothing like the flimsy black plastic one my father carried in his pocket. My grandmother kept this one in the top drawer of her dresser with her small assortment of jewelry. This grandmother story impressed me for sure. [Free Membership required to read more. See below. ]
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Thanks for sharing this delightful story. Times have changed, but not necessarily for the better.
Here in Maine, we are going to the polls on November 6 to vote on a referendum to grant same-sex couples the same right to marry that different-sex couples have. Recently when Neil Armstrong died, his wife of some three decades benefited from his pensions, etc., for the rest of her life. Around the same time, fellow astronaut Sally Ryder also died. Her same-sex mate of an equal three decades got nothing–well perhaps she got poverty because she was she of the same sex as Sally and they couldn’t marry. We hope to remedy that in Maine. If not now, then in the near future. Justice will come one day.
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