We are at the end of living life in 1977 with Grandma Rose through her day book/journal. What a year it has been learning more about her and her daily life. I mean, as a kid, I knew her, of
1977 Diary of Rose Jones – Week 4
Poor Grandma Rose! The week started so nicely for her with a burst of pretty sunshine, Olive’s birthday, and a somewhat poetic reflection on tall, swaying grass before taking an unexpected, if not chilly, turn of events at the end