and Purposeful Prose
In my last "Parentage" installment my cowboy great-grandpa met three wayward men on his migration from England to Canada. (The wayward part is my embellishment.) We also found out that these three brothers would become his brother's-in-law! Yeehaw! Here's where I started getting confused by the way this story was written. One moment I was [...]
[grandma and grandpa] My grandpa was a poet like myself. I was quite young when He passed away, but what I do remember is him showing me how to shell peas, his postcard collection, and the little office where he connected with his friends via his two-way radio. He adored his Citizens band radio. Grandpa [...]
Pippi's Poetry 