tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068251842750646127.post1124636107205757425..comments2023-10-19T21:46:23.035-05:00Comments on True North: DeAnnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09476048474730678421noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068251842750646127.post-44573935760122448732016-06-17T22:44:59.894-05:002016-06-17T22:44:59.894-05:00Thank you for elaborating - what treasures those w...Thank you for elaborating - what treasures those women were!! <br />XOGretchenJoannahttp://www.gretchenjoanna.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068251842750646127.post-11184255139063060382016-06-17T22:25:19.609-05:002016-06-17T22:25:19.609-05:00I had five truly lovely elderly women neighbors th...I had five truly lovely elderly women neighbors there. To the other side was "Ms. Margaret" , born in the late 1890's, she stood in at all of the "bring your Grandmother to school events. She was well educated, A very strong Southern lady who actually went to the first Dem convention after the 19th Amendment was ratified. Our children adored her. Beside Mrs. Waller was "Ms. Francis" a retired elementary school teacher, also in her late 80's like Mrs.Waller ( who did eventually tell me to call her Elaine), who taught my C how to play all sorts of card games, drilled the children on the names of local flora and fauna, investing countless hours in their childhoods and sending them home to me with freshly baked dinner rolls! Across the street was Mrs. G, an accomplished pianist. She had tow Steinway grands in her living room, a wood shop of her own in her garage, and Dr. G's ashes scattered around the goldfish pond. She was ancient when I meet her, very old world (she had emigrated from Germany ahead of WWII). She was a bit of a recluse, but always very happy to hav me in. I'd go over to check on her if I didn't hear her playing the piano of a morning ... Boy was she amazing! She also tatted. Beside her was my other Mrs. France's, also a retired school teacher. Her husband Fred (retire principle) always met me at the mailbox with a joke of the day, frequently just slightly off color. I think cocktail hour for him began with lunch each day! She'd see him out there, come rushing out fanning her face with her apron and chiding him to mind his manners! They taught me everything I needed to now about vegetable gardening. We had lovely neighbors all up and down the street ... So glad to see a house full of children in the neighborhood. We were very blessed to have them participate as they did in our lives. DeAnnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09476048474730678421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068251842750646127.post-4047848990504261182016-06-17T14:25:33.783-05:002016-06-17T14:25:33.783-05:00Heart-sustaining stories you have wrapped up into ...Heart-sustaining stories you have wrapped up into one post here - thank you! It's wonderful that you have those lilies from what was truly your first garden, that is, the one you were most invested in. Your friendship with your neighbor was unique and inspiring, and I feel privileged to be let in on it.GretchenJoannahttp://www.gretchenjoanna.comnoreply@blogger.com