On her lap sat her brass hearing trumpet. The cousin explained that the old woman had tried hearing aids but with no success.
They took the words out of her, imprisoned behind scars and threats. They told her she was wrong, that she might be crazy, when she told them the … Continue reading They
. . .I was always young. Demure, but sprightly, ready to dance gaily if the fifes and drums, or the fiddle struck up a springtime dance. . . .