Okay. I've been inspired to hop back on the blog-wagon and give it another go... "post-college." We'll see how it goes this time around and I'm thinking without all the nursing books things are looking a bit brighter to sticking to it. Fingers Crossed!
With that being said I'd like to explain "Memoirs of Maxine." On July 1, 1922 in Cleveland, Ohio a girl was born Maxine Adele. My Gammy (grandmother) was a passionate, loving, and strong-willed woman. She was the grandma who adored each moment spent with her family and was the talk of the town, or nursing home, as I remember it. Oh my, she demanded the attention of everyone in the room, without even saying a word, and yes, she received it. To me she was a delight to be around. She always complimented her two little granddaughters with just the perfect words to make us feel as if we were priceless gems. Gammy had a strong, rare beauty that I came to admire and adore. She was taken away too early and I would love to go back and have one last visit with her, painting her nails and talking about my latest school boy crush. I feel she left me with a bit of a "old soul" and the times that it surfaces, I think of her. It is with all these grand memories of my grandmother that led me to "Memoirs of Maxine", because she was a one of a kind woman that I miss so dearly.