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We Three -- I Mean Four

My grandmother, my mom, and I are all on a year long altered book round-robin journey.  We call it We Three and these three books travel the country from Lawrenceville, Georgia to San Antonio, Texas to Washington, D.C.  We haven't missed a single month and are in fact so excited that we have to KEEP from getting ahead!

Each month we have a shared prompt and our hope is that in December of this year or in January 2011 we'll be able to all sit in one room and ooh and aah over our year of creative exploration together.

So, the other day I was looking through some photos that I hold as precious gems and I saw this one of Mimi, my grandmother's mother.
 I love Mimi, who went on to see Papa in the land of generous spirits several years ago, like she's still sitting in the warm, humid air of south Georgia waiting for my family to come for a visit.  I love her because she is Person 1 in our chain of women who love each other.  She is the one who taught us all to love beautiful things.  She is Person 1 because she was a motherless child, an orphan who sprouted a family of women who smile and explore and trust in the security of family.

So, today, as I get ready to mail my grandmother's book forward, I'm thinking of Mimi and wishing she were here to do a book too.

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  1. LindaMay 28, 2010 at 3:06 PM

    Hi Daisy

    Of course, Nana and I LOVE this one! I just got a call from Pam, "If you haven't read Day's blog, go get a Kleenex and read it!" I love that my sister-friends are getting to read your entries. I love that Mimi made it into her first blog. And I love that we four are connected always.

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