Names changed to protect the elderly. From an ancient, distant aunt*:
Hope no twitter birdies show up…..speaking of birdies, no I do not play golf any more……all my buddies are dead or gone and besides my olde knees do not like pivoting…….I work out at the Y every day. Gave up swimming a mile every day because my doctor told me it was not doing my bones any good. I work out every day at the down town Y. Bill (age 95) plays a little golf, but all his cronies are gone too. We will be going to "Wed. nite" at the country club tonight. The Kieffers, Mary, Huntleys, Slaters (she is loonie) Fawells, (they may still be in Nova Scotia), Bitty will be on his railroad car somewhere …. but we will see the Ralston's and Meyers (she on a walkeer and extremly FAT) ..they always eat early and she trudges out. so that is the picture…….gives you an idea of life in M.town……….Love, Liz
* All I remember about this aunt is that she had a needlepoint pillow on her couch that said, "If you don't have anything nice to say … sit next to me."
Rueben says
I think I like her.
Peter Dean says
A friend had a cushion covered in glass beads and extremely uncomfortable. When she put it next to her it clearly said “No Talking” (or anything else, for that matter).
Amy says
A post-modernist masterpeice. I’m feeling Robert Lowell…