There are no photos, only memories. And there are only four of us left alive who remember: Gramma's toaster had exuberant springs, so you never had to get up to get your toast. Gramma would listen for the tell-tale click, then the toast would sproing out of its slot and rocket across the breakfast nook into her up-raised hand. The cup isn't on the saucer because Grampa would pour his tea from the cup into the saucer, sip from the saucer, then repeat the process to the last drop.
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Sarah Ann Smith
Hope, Maine 04847 USA
Artist • Author • Designer •
Quilter • Teacher