Irene and Grace were two very special people in my life. One I knew well; one I never met. My two grandmothers.
Irene was a World War II war bride from Cardiff, Wales and traveled the Atlantic Ocean to live with my strikingly handsome grandfather in Lebo, KS. She was a grand lass. Her Welsh accent and tender ways are something I love to remember.
Grace was a woman with a great sense of humor, she was a hard worker, and a survivor in the sense of taking things as they came. She married my grandfather during the end of The Great Depression. My mother remembers Grace sitting at the kitchen table, smoking a cigarette, and talking for hours. You could talk with Grace. It's something I never got to do as she died before I was born, but I occasionally find myself consulting her opinion in my thoughts.
I chose the title name "Irene and Grace" because they lived with hope. They lived simply. They loved. And they sure as heck laughed. I'd like to take the time and write about these themes.
I'd like to thank Patricia van Essche of "pve design" for urging me and acting as a mentor in the blogging world!
