My sister, Lori, shared the following with me several years ago. Because I have used it and shared it myself, I’m not sure how much of the writing of this is mine, and how much of these words are hers. Lori died in February 2019. 

I think that the mixing up of our words pretty well describes our lives. I cannot extract her thoughts and her words, her presence from who I am. I miss her wisdom. And so I share this today from Lori (and me).

Our Grama Beulah graduated from college in the 1920s (the first time).  She majored in “elocution” (that was a real thing).  She performed recitations (much like you might see in “Anne of Green Gables”). 

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