“What’s it like to be 100, Great-Grandma?”

“Memories, Wee Lassie.” Edith closed her eyes and smiled wistfully.

“Jitterbugging and Lindy-Hopping till the sun came up. Five foot two, eyes of blue, that was me. Aye, and handsome young lads eating out of my hand – Cinderella at a non-stop ball. None of these games on your iPad, Wee Lassie. All for real.”

“Then along comes midnight, aka Adolph Hitler, and my true love flies up, up and away forever, but not before leaving me with your Grandad in my belly.”

A crystal tear ran down her cheek.

“75 years of memories.”

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Margarida Brei
Margarida Brei(@margarida-brei)
1 month ago

Such a tender sweet tale, Allan, incorporating history, romance and memories.

Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
1 month ago

Such a bittersweet tale, Allan. Such beautiful memories, but then tainted by war. Are these based on real memories? Very nicely done.

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Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
Reply to  Allan Neil
1 month ago

Looking forward to it 🙂

Linda Rock
Linda Rock(@linda-rock)
1 month ago

I love your Jitterbugging and Lindy-Hopping Edith, Allan! Sadly, her story is not rare during the war years. An emotional read.

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Thompson Emate
Thompson Emate(@thompson-emate)
1 month ago

Wow! So Emotional, Allan.

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 month ago

Very emotional read, Allan.

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Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
Reply to  Allan Neil
1 month ago

You’re welcome, Allan.

Marianna Pieterse
Marianna Pieterse(@marianna-pieterse)
1 month ago

Allan, this is a lovely story that serves as a reminder to the readers of how priceless the elderly are. I frequently wish I could record all the lovely memories my grandmothers used to tell us when we were little. If only we will take the time to listen to the elderly and what they’ve experienced, we could learn so much.

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Emily O'Leary
Emily O'Leary(@emily-oleary)
1 month ago

A heart wrenching piece Allan, and all too familiar circumstances for the time! Lovely storytelling!

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Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
1 month ago

You certainly have packed a lot of nostalgic details into your story, Allan, especially about dances from the early 1900s. I had to go to YouTube and take a look at the kind of dance which was called the Lindy Hop, inspired by Charles Lindbergh’s Atlantic flight in 1928. It’s beautiful! Great writing!

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