Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Poetic Obituaries: Instead, what I remember about Grandma

are the hours spent at my mother's dining room table pecking away at a portable typewriter. She wrote scores of rhyming poems about her childhood on a farm in Vermont and her favorite horse, Nevada. Somewhere there's an inches-thick sheaf of paper, her autobiography.

from The Virginian-Pilot: What Grandma gave me

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