March 4

Mostly everyone now knows that I grew up in New Orleans, which at the time was mostly Catholic. It never occurred to me that giving up something for Lent was just a Christian thing. Everyone I knew, gave up something for Lent. If you didn't like something, you just said,Oh, I can't, I gave it up for Lent. Everyone respected that. Until I was 10 and my Grandmother was alive, I lived in a Orthodox household. No one ever told me that giving up something for Lent was a religious obligation and not my practicing religion. Those were such simple times when my best neighborhood friend was a Catholic girl who went to a private school , where no Jews attended (allowed) and lived katty cornered from me. I played with her, literally, until the day before I got married. (Remember, I wasn't 18 yet) We had a water fight. Her Grandmother was called "Grand Mamere". We three spent hours playing Canasta during the summer. We didn't talk religion. Our parents never mingled. But we ,in a simpler time, sheltered as I was, had a wonderful childhood. I wonder what she is doing now.

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29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

20.07 | 13:55

Everything sounds so wonderful Leona. Venice will seem boring . I would want to move to Portownsend where the kids are living. All sounds great . Is there?

19.07 | 12:33

That lavender sounds very nice!

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