Friday's Child on the steps of her Grandfather's back porch. He fed her grapes instead of popsicles. What an incredible life she has had! I vaguely remember being this small, but I've no idea when the photo was taken.
Her mother started her on piano lessons at about this age; the lessons continued into her late teens but being a concert pianist was not in her heart. She had inherited her Grandfather's love for language, books, and journalism. He showed her how to hold a pen, how to mend a broken book spine, and how to ask relevant questions. He was gone a few years later, but his lessons remained.
Most of all, in the heart of her mother's family, she learned to appreciate beautiful things. Now she makes them!