Who knew Dad was a poet. This would have been 1994 just a year after the cruise that was the beginning of his decline.
Sometime after 1981 I drove from Pittsburgh to Shorewood, Illinois to spend a few days with my Grandma Green, then drove up to Elgin to spend time with my parents. I brought my cat, Cinder.
While with Grandma we reminisced about old times and ate Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (R) with tuna fish. We also played cribbage and drank banana milkshakes like we used to do when I’d visit her in Chetek.
She sent me this card for my birthday that year with the following message:
It was so nice to have you with me for just those few days.
I am sorry, but gift will not be ready for your birthday. How about for Christmas?
Having a bit of trouble finding the right kind of fabric.
I am not positive what she means by material. I don’t recall her making anything for me for my birthday or Christmas.