ANOTHER LIFE
Some years ago I started writing a book about a woman whose life had become difficult but her memories sustained her. It is a good story but I know I will never finish it so I am going to take bits from it and share them with you. Most of the following is true. The timeline is the 1940s. I grew up on a little 2 1/2 acre place just enough outside of town to be called "in the country". No neighbors and not much traffic on the highway in front of the house; just those going out to the Naval Base which was some few miles down the road. We had a windmill and water tank, an orchard with orange trees, a chicken yard and a back lot where I kept my few head of cattle. (I'll tell you more about them later) There was also an old grape vine which was lovely to look at or sit under but which yielded really sour grapes. I was an only child (which by the way, helps during this stay- at -home time), and thus learned how to entertain myself, mostly with the nature surrounding us. I cr...