The journaling is difficult to read from the picture, but it is about my Grandma Irene: the baby rocker. I distinctly remember her rocking me to the tune of "How Much is that Doggie in the Window," and it was before she and Grandpa moved off of the farm, so I had to be less than 5 years old. Needless to say, she left quite an impression, and it was amazing to watch her rock two of my children before she died.
How I miss that sweet and sassy Grandma of mine.
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