My paternal grandmother got married at the age of 16 because she was pregnant. Her new husband was 19 and, as it turned out, a womanizer. He died young, leaving his young widow with 2 young kids, and she never married again.
Later in life she became quite a bitter tyrant, probably feeling deceived by life. My mom, my brothers and me were scared by her because she could get horrible tempers. A shame - because in fact she had lots of wonderful capabilities like painting, sewing and cooking.
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It's the first time I've been here and will come back to see what you've been up to! I'm excited to find you.
Thanks for posting my link on your sidebar!
I hope you have a creative weekend!
Hugs,
Gaby
Hi Gaby Bee,
how nice to find your comment - thanks for stopping by, and hope to see you more often!
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