May 7th 1893

That's the day my grandmother Nora was born, 129 years ago. She was a storybook grandmother who lived next door when I was a child. I loved her with all my heart and was blessed that she lived 96 years, until I was 40.  T and I live in her house today and I feel her everywhere in the most comforting of ways. Our little Nora Jo is named for her and daddy's mother, Joanne.

For the Record,
This day came in windy and cold. It was a local election day, we voted and T braved the weather to hold a sign to support one of our candidates. 

All hands begging for PEACE