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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