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| Reachel Chittenden Winter, after whom I am named. Bore 16 children, was widowed before they were out of diapers, and never raised her voice. I blush to think how I disgraced her legacy at least half a dozen times today. |
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| Grandma Elizabeth Bischoff Wakefield majored in English and signed this photo “Lots of my best love, Elizabeth.” These two facts taken in isolation could have secured my undying honor. I covet every heirloom she ever laid a finger on, including her monogrammed silver, her art deco wedding ring, her calligraphy filled high school scrapbook, and her ballerina music box. She passed away before I was Coco’s age, and I hoard her things because I pine for the grandmother I never knew. |
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| My own dear Mommy, Susan Elizabeth Wakefield Winters stitched her own mod wedding dress and minimalist veil with her own dainty fingers. I want to pinch her polished pretty cheeks and tell her she is going to be the best mommy ever. |
What do you want your children and grandchildren to remember about you?
Feed me fashionably fresh
