Also it's in her handwriting. Something wonderful about that.
I probably did eat cake that she made for me, but Mama Grace died when I wasn't yet three. She was a talented seamstress and a soft-hearted person by all accounts. I think we would have had a grand time together. Though apparently we did; mum tells of coming to pick me up from her house and finding us lying on the kitchen floor with pillows, singing together. I really wish I had known her as an adult.
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