There are many things I remember about my grandmother Violet. Her kisses, those were soft as snow falling on your cheek. Her smile, it started with her lips and crinkled up to her eyes and then out to everyone around her.
All posts tagged Violet Klaman
The Difference
Posted by Jacqueline on January 1, 2004
https://justonetake.com/2004/01/01/the-difference/

