Monday, July 24, 2017
Grandma, I'm Thinking Of You...
Shades of my tiny five-foot Grandma Cumings. I saw her, standing at the back door, take on her grown sons -- my uncles -- and yell, "WIPE YOUR FEET!"
Which they did, sheepishly, like the little kids they once were.
She only carried a shotgun during hunting season, though...
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