I’ve been channeling my inner “Grandma Rose” this past month and preparing for spring gardening by turning my sun room into a greenhouse/growing station. Jon had a brief Army mission down to Virginia this past fall, and he visited Mount
1978 Diary of Rose Jones – Weeks 11 & 12
From my understanding, Grandma Rose was one to thumb her nose at society’s traditional standards early on. She got pregnant & married as a teen, wore pants before it was really “acceptable” for women, smoked, lived with a man she
1977 Diary of Rose Jones – Week 48
Seems as if the snow had caught up with Grandma Rose in 1977 and also with me in New York now as we had our first dusting of it here the other day. Tis the season, no? And her poor
1977 Diary of Rose Jones – Week 47
I wish I had photos of Thanksgivings spent with the Stewart side but I sure don’t. My memories of Thanksgiving, and Christmas, too, that I do have are filled with Uncle Robert’s handmade croissants/butterhorns , Aunt Lori’s fancy pies, and