https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Evelyn/True story, written by my daugher of our time back to England this summer to search out our past.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Evelyn/45483Eventually dinner was served. It consisted of corn and black beans with a little Costco chicken thrown on the top; tiny salad; bun with real butter; coffee or tea; white or red wine; and a slice of too-bright-yellow lemon cheesecake. The stewardess pretended not to see when the old lady's tray...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Evelyn/45025The fat lady left her mother again, this time to watch the runways. "Well, that plane seems to have made it. This one too seems to be surviving," she thinks to herself. She watches several more take off. "Well, perhaps ours has a chance then, even though it is awfully big," she ponders while...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Evelyn/44672The old lady and the fat lady sat wearily in the car, ready to leave, and gazing out the windows at the unhappy, accusatory faces of their loved ones waving a reluctant goodbye. The car started to move along the driveway, just like many cars had moved before, but this time it was taking the old...