ter my grandfather died, my grandmother broke her arm, and needed some extra help; various family members pitched in,a nd I spent a week acting as live-in cook, nurse's aide, chauffeur, and companion to her. I started reading an old collection of short stories which had been my grandfather's (some of the stories have a pencil notation in his handwriting, to note how long it takes to read them aloud), and was one of several in a series; A Century of Detective Stories, a Century of Creepy Stories, a Century of Humour, and so on. They had five of them,. I think. Anyway, my grandmother insisted that I take the whole lot home with me, because she knew I'd read and enjoy them, rather than letting them just sit on a shelf.
She died a few weeks later. I've added to the collection, picking up books frhe same series in second hand shops and so on, and I read them now and then.
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Date: Monday, February 9th, 2009 10:56 pm (UTC)She died a few weeks later. I've added to the collection, picking up books frhe same series in second hand shops and so on, and I read them now and then.