In My Own Time And Place

I read a book this evening. Yep, an entire book.

The lady that lived next door to me as I was growing up wrote her memoirs, and she autographed a copy of the book especially for me and sent it to me through my mom. Mom gave it to me at about 8:30PM this evening, and as of about half an hour ago, I've finished it.

I'm not going to talk about the grammar and such of the book - that's not the point - the point is, this woman lived a fantastic life, and many of the things she did I had no idea about. She was an old(er) woman when I knew her, and she's over 90 years old now. She still volunteers weekly at the local hospital with the auxiliary. Anyone with enough spunk to not only continue to work into their 90's but also to write their life's story has my vote. They could spell "pizza" as p-e-e-t-s-u-h and I'd read it.

Anyway, she was a dear woman, and treated me as one of her own. I love her dearly, and appreciate that she considers me and my mom and dad as family, as the book was primarily written and printed for family alone. So, thank you for my copy of your book. It has been read, appreciated, and will remain a treasured part of my collection for many years to come. Thank you for my copy, and thank you for my place in your heart.