This past Sunday was Palm Sunday. While out walking I passed a group of six or seven year olds having a sword fight with the fronds they had received at church that morning. I smiled as I watched the musketeers battle, but later, when ruminating on my day the incident actually made me laugh because I started thinking how my grandmother would have reacted to the duel.
I had a very Irish grandmother. Maude, like many widows her age, was devout and had strict standards of propriety. She believed in Continue reading “…hopping down the bunny trail”