link to the story of the purple tricycle.

14 june 2003 saturday

Around noon today, I bought some split pea with bacon soup and a loaf of fresh bread and went over to Grandma's house for lunch. Grandma is 87 years old, under five feet tall and shrinking, and the sweetest little quiet grandma you could ever want. But I'm not sharing, sorry.

well, I could share a little bit: the brother has a little family-history overview here that includes some photos of Grandma in her youth, in case you're interested.

i can't help mentioning that the bro, doing it from memory, got a couple details off:

  • it's Grandpa, not Grandma, who's the direct descendant of Charlemagne (the gist of that comment still stands, though).

  • The fellow who liked Grandma's older sister Bea (who was supposed to be watching Zell, so she had to come along) was the guy with whom Everett was sharing a summer ranch-sitting job, or whatever they called it, and he was taking Everett home for the weekend, and drove by and invited Bea along on the spur of the moment.

  • Sam C. King was our great-great-granduncle. I think.


    copyright 2003 carrie lynn king. perspective.