First generation and fourth generation hands My 2 1/2-year-old grandson was in his 86-year-old great grandmother’s arms listening to her poetry from days gone by such as “New Harbour boys in the woods they go…with their boots laced up with twine…” He kept saying “again, again,” wanting to hear the poems over and over, until…
Taken in Cavendish on a beautiful July day in 2008. Submitted By: Linda Delaney
My 85-year-old mother knits for her eight children, 24 grandchildren, 32 grandchildren, one great grandchild (and more on the way!) Submitted By: Linda Delaney
My 85-year-old mother knits for her eight children, 24 grandchildren, 32 great-grandchildren, one great grandchild (and more on the way!). Submitted By: Linda Delaney
The robin’s nest was on the shelf of our BBQ on our deck. Submitted By: Linda Delaney
