HUSBAND NUMBER ONE

Awe, my goodlooking husband number one, Gary Crawford, 1959.

In the fifties, photos were far and few between. I don’t have one picture of husband number one and me while a dating couple, yet my mind doesn’t forget. Funny how those memories hang around. Husband wore a suit to church every Sunday and even Wednesday nights. He wore “Kings Men” aftershave, which sent me swooning.

Later, after husband number four came along and I felt comfortable enough to tell him, I said, “You know I married you because you looked and smelled good.”

Sounds like a teenager’s reasoning, don’t you think?

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Savannah Says

Recently Savannah checked this blog to see what Grams might possibly have posted about her. Well, I haven't talked about her for awhile. For two years I've written my journal on www.caringbridge.org/visit/kat2009.

When Savannah lived with me, she was my daily humor. Now she just comes to visit every other week or so—my guest room is her place to crash. Although she’s a full time CNA living on her own and she has celebrated another birthday, she’s still a little kid at heart.

Several months ago I put a basket on a shelf in “her” room. Every week I put something in there—a little change, a porcelain pig, a T-shirt, a cartoon or maybe a piece of jewelry.
Savannah usually greets me, but before she stops to call friends or turn on TV she checks her basket.

Wonder which one of us enjoys the basket joy more?