Tuesday, March 25, 2008


This is a photo of my maternal grandmother,
Grace (Whitman) Treib, taken in 1915.
Gram was 89 when she died. Her family meant everything to her. Grandma could out run all of us. I'd call her up & say "What are you doing"? & she'd say "ironing, why"?
I'd tell her "Oh, I just thought maybe you'd like to go shopping" and she'd say "I can always unplug this iron".
So off we would go on a shopping spree. I miss those times.
I used Rainys QP "Remember When".

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