|My grandmother Angela|
|Grandmother Angela, me and my brother Alex|
|Mom and Pop out in the sugar cane field|
|Mom fussing with her plants, not much different then me!|
|Mom with her Catechism class. She insists you can teach about God anywhere!|
I thought that was pretty good. When I went to visit my grandmother in Florida she gave me two of the doilies she made. She laughed as she showed them to me and said, "They're not very good, nothing like your mother makes,but if you would like them you can have them."
"Of course I want them! They're beautiful!" I told her. To me they were.
|Doilies my grandmother made for me|