Appreciation of Welsh Heritage
My grandmother was of Welsh descent, and loved to use parts of the language in her every day conversation. She was an artist and observer of nature, always commenting on the colors of the sky and the beauty of the countryside. Life seemed to be an experience around her, and seriousness was not her forte. I once, and only once, called her grandma, to which she answered, my name is Lottie. In the early 1940's when us kids went to visit she would, fix a hot chocolate and, let us kids turn out the lights and listen to Intersanctum. A scary radio show that opened with a creaky door.
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