NANA'S MEMORIES

Don't you just hate it when you have no intentions of mopping your floors on a Thursday night then you spill a whole bowl of freshly cooked pinto beans in the middle of the kitchen floor and then not only do you have to mop the floor you have to wash the heavy kitchen rug and while you are washing it you may as well wash the one in the foyer and then you notice bean juice splashed all over the refrigerator and freezer so you have to wipe it down too and while you have the cleaner out the dishwasher and range needs cleaning as well. But it is just as well I did go ahead and sweep and mop or I might not have noticed the two little "I promise you brown beans" that had somehow rolled way over into the small bathroom.

Since the beginning I have determined to maintain an honest blog. I have tried not to embellish my stories anymore than necessary to provide an interesting narrative. But as I waited quite late to start collecting my thoughts, some memories have become fuzzy. Or maybe I am just not remembering my memories accurately. A case in point is the statement I made earlier about our babysitter who wore her hair in braids across the top of her head in a fashion like Petunia Pig.  I cooked a pot of pinto beans yesterday and thought it a good time to tell the tale of the pinto beans and the frog, which includes mention of said babysitter. Yet when I looked for an image of Petunia Pig, I find she did not have braids across the top of her head in any fashion nor did she even have pigtails. In every image I find, she merely has dog-ears, which do not involve plaited hair at all. It is probably just as well since every image I found is copyrighted and Lord knows I do not want to make trouble wit...