Your name saw this post on The ActiveRain Real Estate Network and thought it might be of interest to you. Please see the link below to review the post.

A Mother’s Day Story – a Tribute to Aunt Margaret
She bought me boots.  I was 7 years old.  I was a girl. Yet she bought me boots.
It was 1958. Girls wore frilly dresses.  Boys were “boys”, and collected frogs. My family just had all our possessions turned to ash when our interim warehouse burned down, during our move from Tuscon to Seattle.  We had nothing left except a worn copy of Childcraft, a spoon, and a bottle of Vidalin, which we carrried in our car en route to Seattle.
Our lives were gutted, so each of us 3 kids lived with a different relative that summer.  I was the lucky one.  I got to live with Aunt Margaret.
Margaret was cool.  Her VW bug always stunk from the crab traps she carried in the front trunk – just in case the tides were right – an adventure always in the making.  She smoked.  She told raunchy jokes – most of which I didn’t get. But I knew she could make my dad laugh.  Even my mom, who rolled her eyes at four letter words, unless they were in one of Margaret’s jokes- then they were perfect.
Margaret was ribald.  I didn’t know that word then, but she was it.  ... more

__________________________________________________
Are you on The Rain? Grow Your Network!