Dear Angelene,
My mother (your great-grandmother) would only make right turns when driving in the little town we lived in, Arlington Heights, Illinois. She was afraid to turn left in front of oncoming traffic. She could get all over town making right hand turns in her Buick -- but she never left the village boundaries when she was at the wheel.
I wrote a short story about this in college called "Left Hand Turn," so now you know what the title of this post means.
My intention in writing this "Dear Angelene" blog is to tell you things I would like you to know. You are not quite one year old, so you can't understand these things now. But maybe this blog will be here when you're old enough to find interest in these words.
For now, I just want to tell you to make peace with left hand turns so that you can face the oncoming traffic without fear. There's more I want to impart to you, but that's a good start for today.
Love, Your Grandma J
7/24/09
I think this post was very.. insightful? Is that the word I'm looking for? Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI hope that Angelene will be able to read this blog one day. When she's older ^^
Leona: We have a lot in common, except for the potatoes (we definitely part company at the potatoes)! Thanks for posting a comment to this blog.
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