Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Remembering Stories

As I have been scanning photos, I have been thinking a lot about Grandma. She told me the story of how she and Poppy were on the steps of the main public library on Fifth Ave in Manhattan. As she was walking her slip was falling down. Well being the cheeky woman that she was, she reached under her skirt and pulled the slip off. Problem solved. Apparently this caused Poppy to turn bright red with embarrassment.