My grandmother grew up in the 1930’s and 40’s. She lived on Sunset Blvd in LA, Portland, Denver, Tacoma and finally settled down near Detroit. She worked in shipyards, factories, dime stores and real estate. She celebrated in the streets along with the rest of America as the sirens wailed signaling the end of the War. She grew up on a farm where she worked twelve hours a day doing manual labor and wore rationed polka dot shoes at her wedding. She lost three babies but kept four alive and raised them to be incredible people and it makes me sad to think that there are so many stories just like hers that don’t get the credit they deserve because we tend to think the elderly are irrelevant but in reality a lot of them have lived lives more full and satisfying than we could ever dream of.
I’m so sorry
PLEASE STOP REBLOGGING THIS I DONT REALLY KNOW WHAT A MANGO IS BUT IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME
Sometimes this is all I need.