To the Yesteryears

This evening I came across a poem my dear friend Rachel, or shall we call her Olive? wrote as a tribute to "dahling Mildred" on her birthday. I love it! It almost brought me to tears (good ones) remembering my dear, dear friends! Oh, the good times we had.

You must read her poem at . . .

The Weakest Pen

Sadly I have to admit that I forgot that my "grandma name" was Mabel! No wonder I liked it.

 

We take selfies. 

Good thing selfies is a word now because now I know what to call . . . these.