Living with other people’s ideas

Friday, June 1, 2018

When I was a little girl I saw my grandmother only a few times a year. I was excited and pleased when she came to our house for a short vacation. I was so excited and pleased that I ran around whistling. Grandma did not think it was proper for a girl to whistle. At the same time that Grandma visited, our aunt also came. She had a rather humorous way of talking. One day the two ladies were sitting out on the lawn and I came whistling out of the house with a tray full of lemonade. Aunt Lyle was pleased but Grandma started a little ditty which she repeated several times. It went like this: “Whistling girls and crowing hens always come to some bad end.” We all laughed except Grandma. After that, I tried to behave.

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