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