Ripped off from a different blog. I am recycling my stupid blogs.
His Mom was stoic. His sister was stoic. His brother was stoic. He was stoic. They were stoic. His girlfriend was loyal and friendly and happy. She was stoic, but she was a more fun flavor of stoic. I wasn’t sure why he turned down riches, but accepted the house.
Marie Lechner Schaer and her posse
Grandma was good. She was practical and smart and honest. Most people were in her day. I think they loved her and tried to hang on to her at Forest Lawn. That must be where old Ember is. I wonder if she made it there too – probably did. I think Uncle Jim brought her there.
Look at her jet black hair. She dyed it. Her hair went white. Her husband was driving it there even in this age. It was worst for her at this time I’d guess. The old man couldn’t stop drinking. Legend has it that he broke her arm once. He certainly shut down their lives – couldn’t make evening plans. She was a dancer in their youth – she her girlfriends would go where the big bands played – they danced the night away.
Lots of dance steps lost. She didn’t bitch and moan. She just did her own thing. Golf, bowling, bridge. She did everything that needed doing. I really loved her.
