Shh....let us tell you about our great-grandmother. We didn't know her on earth but it may be we met in heaven. She lived to the ripe old age of ninety two. We missed her by fourteen years.
We know just a little about her. Our Oma told us. She didn't speak much English when she came to America. She was a fast learner, though. Thirty years in America improved her speaking and writing. However, she claimed one privilege. When she didn't want to admit something, like where the chocolate was hidden or when her taxes were due, she proudly exclaimed, "I don't speak much English."
We think we get it from her. We don't always want to say things either.
And, I thank-you for reading some of my mystery novel, Rubato. Judith, a piano teacher extraordinaire, makes a decision which, upon reflection, changes the lives of others, not for the better.
Great story, Gabriele! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteSweet story, Gabriele. Oh the things that are carried down from generation to generation ;)
ReplyDeleteWhat a neat story. Thanks for sharing!
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ReplyDeletePrecious are the memories of family.
ReplyDeleteI love your little ones' picture