My great-grandmother (God love her) was one of the nosiest old ladies you’d ever meet. We would pull in the driveway and before we could even get out of the car, we’d hear her on the phone talking about the latest gossip among her circle of friends and in the “Valley” where she lived. She’d talk about who was driving too fast on their way to work, whose kids got in trouble at school, who was fighting with their husband or who forgot to return a library book back in 1954.
If it hadn’t been for the hearing problem that caused her to yell instead of talk, she probably could have done some good for the CIA or FBI or some other agency that needed to know when people in a small town sneezed.
So now, when C’s curiosity peaks and sends her beelining for windows, stretching up on her tiptoes and peering to see what’s going on outside, I chuckle and call her Edna.
Her great-great-grandmother would have been so very proud.
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OMG – So so precious! Post made me laugh (bringing back memories) and photo is too too cute. Think you have a knack for photography too!
Hahahaha!!! That is so cute!
so cute!!! i love it! little edna.
I wonder if my husband is somehow related to you guys. Seriously, he hears a noise outside and rushes to the nearest window to see what’s going on. Super cute picture
Heh! that’s an adorable picture. I’ll bet she’s looking down on your family and smiling from wherever she is.
Love it! Thank you for the smile–I needed it!
O how I remember Gma Edna. Although you remember the nosey part I recollect pulling in & instead of going into Gma & Pap’s I would ask to go see her bc I knew she would have milk & graham crackers on hand! She always knew the perfect size cup so the crackers would fit so we could dunk em!
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