Mary, I don't remember that Ninna ever raised her voice over anything. She just turned around and walked away. And I really do understand your tears most of the time. My heartstrings tingle too when I remember.
Hi another Sharon, so glad to have you here at ATP. I love South Carolina. First time ever Ninna got to see the ocean was at Myrtle Beach. I can still see her trying to navigate the sand barefoot and in a long flowy dress, her bonnet tied tight and keeping her hair in place. Now that's a beautiful memory; it was sometime in the 50s and somewhere I have a picture. I need to find it.
Good for you, Jean, good memories of small towns and sweet people are so important. I think they form us, contribute to who we are.
