This is my grandmother, Mary Jane, known better to us grandkids as Honey. She died last night of a stroke.
She was a voracious reader, and when I was a kid and she was in better health, the best part of every visit was our trip to Joseph Beth. She'd buy us each a book and we'd have lunch in the cafe. It was magical.
We love you, Honey.
I love that this is what you recalled and chose to share when thinking of Honey.
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