tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267696606333769307.post1340924414314785446..comments2023-10-29T06:59:39.356-04:00Comments on Tales of a summer with a 91 (now 95!) year old: Ah, spring flowers...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898992647392292728noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267696606333769307.post-565497876195739302009-04-23T10:27:00.000-04:002009-04-23T10:27:00.000-04:00This is priceless - how did you manage this? Best...This is priceless - how did you manage this? Best summer memory growing up was a week spent in the country with my grandmother and her sister. I can still picture my great-aunt dancing in her kitchen and have a clock-radio there in her memory, honor, and to keep me shaking that fat away-way-way away.Di Eats the Elephanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12067737807348338927noreply@blogger.com