#resemblingly

My grandmother loved her purse. At the time of this story had a great light brown. A beautiful soft leather purse has gone where ever did. Always. It was always full, heavy, and she loved him. Here is the story of my grandmother's grandmother's family fun purse.My made weekly visits to the city. Since we lived in a rural area, going to town was the highlight of our week. My grandmother activities as much as he could cram into each weekly visit to the city. This included dropping me off at the local library for story time and would grocery shop, visit friends and relatives and have her visit weekly hair appointment. It 'was always a fun. Only one problem. My grandmother drove thirty. Thirty miles an hour. It is. She did not care if she was in the city, on a highway or a country road. Thirty miles an hour was the limit. Yep. Not a bit 'above. Needless to say, it took us a long time 'to go anywhere. Well, at least we were going somewhere. The end. He was also very keen to point out beautiful sites along the road and off-road racing, and was involved in their admiration. We coped. I grew up with very strong nerves and appreciation of all. To be enjoyed slowly. Going down the road 30 mph. Looking. Lovely.One day, my grandmother made a stop at the home of a favorite cousin. They enjoyed each other's company and soon, my grandma back home. Only one small problem. He forgot where he put his bag. Not knowing this, he departed cheerfully. The cousin jumped in the car and went driving down the road after my grandmother. E 'come from behind my grandmother's car and blew the horn. My grandmother said goodbye and went on down the road. Thirty. Yep. Soon, the cousin of my grandmother was waving out of his car window and screaming for my grandmother to stop his car. My grandmother thought he was going home, had no time to dilly dally anymore, and she continued to drive. Thirty. Always. His cousin finally passed her and got in front of her, coming to a stop. My grandmother had to stop then. She was a bit 'crazy, but dropped out of the car wondering what in the world is wrong with her cousin. His cousin yelled "Your purse is on top of your car!" And my grandmother said "Oh?" Oh, it was a classic moment and really wanted to kill his cousin. For a moment. She said "I followed you to ten miles away trying to tell you that with the bag on top of your car!" My grandmother. Bless his heart. He always drove thirty precious bag that had not moved a centimeter. A blessing. She recovered slowly and says thanks to his cousin, who left shaking his head. I drive too slowly, sometimes just laugh and remember my grandmother. It was never in a hurry. But she got there. The end. And, the purse was always with her. Always. In one way or another.