My mother - GRANDMA BROWN - was born May 17, 1917 in Connecticut. Until she was 60 years of age she always believed she had been born in 1918...
Having been given up for adoption she spent an unknown quantity of time in an orphanage in NYC. My grandparents adopted her when she was about 3-5 years of age and to replace a daughter lost during that time.
They were outstanding people in every way and my mother was always pleased to have been chosen by them. She enjoyed a childhood of privilege & wealth, living the years until she married my dad, (in 1939) in Scarsdale, NY.
She was involved in summer stock and off Broadway productions and attended Alveney School of Dramatic Arts. Her 18th birthday was celebrated at the New York Athletic Club with an orchestra and dancing.
Grandma could recite poetry like no one else I have ever known. Hence the depiction of "The Highwayman" on her cemetery stone in Lake Forest, CA.
Thank you, dear MOTHER - always - for being a light and an example for me.
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Yes, she was a meek, humble, quiet woman full of love and goodness. I love her and miss her very much.
The things I remember most about her were of course the money cakes (cakes filled with tinfoil wrapped coins), coloring at her house with Heather, walking to the nearby 5 & 10 for treats, watching her use the phone upside down with the ear piece to her chest where her hearing aid speaker device was, arm wrestling with her (back in her nursing home days), playing ping pong with her, etc.
Happy Birthday Grandma!
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