Both of my maternal grandparents grew up in Bowling Green, Ohio and lived through the Depression. My grandpa worked at Libby glass through the depression and some of the most treasured family heirlooms are what he brought home. He married my grandmother before he went off to world War two where he fought in the Italy. After that he and my grandmother moved to Buffalo, Wyoming where they ran a small motel for 30 years. They sold it and moved to Arizona where they spent the remander of their lives.
My grandmother was an excellant cook and taught me how to make on tasty pie crust from scratch. She was a real whiz with money and managed everything while Grandpa did handyman work. Grandma also china painted for several years and I have several pieces that she did for me hanging from my walls.
I never really knew my paternal grandparents. A car accident claimed Dad's father when my Dad was fourteen and my grandmother died of lung cancer when I was still young.
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"People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them." -George Bernard Shaw
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