In November 2008, I lost my grandmother! One month later I lost my job. My world was becoming chaotic. We are at war. The stock and housing markets crashed. Unemployment is at an all time high since the Great Depression. The list goes on. I began reflecting on the times with my grandmother. She left me a bit of money and I bought a new camera outfit. Over the months I began to reflect about life. Before you know it my heart and sole was filled with images of places that I saw and I knew my grandmother saw because she was with me. I decided to share our world with you so I put this nice little gem together filled with 120 pages of inspiration and sights.
To My Loving Grandmother
Ella Frances Wilkinson
b. February 11, 1920
d. November 23, 2008
grand·moth·er (ˈgran(d)-ˌmə-thər): Mother of one's father or mother! Any kindly, sweet old woman who will happily boost your self-esteem
and write you letters and love you. Tends to know lots of neat old songs and obscure, off-color jokes. Generally much cooler and less scary than one's actual mother. She tells great stories and embellishes a bit. Hosts Thanksgiving, Christmas and Birthday's. Buys your first bike. Does crossword puzzles, plays solitaire and reads the paper. Swears in five languages; even made up ones. Your hero and the one you will never forget.
Be nice to your grandmother- or you'll wind up in hell.