Bead by Bead
For reasons I couldn’t explain, I wanted Granny’s rosary.
By: Caroline Pignat
I admit, I’m a sucker for nostalgia. And though my busy days seem to have me forgetting much more than I remember, there are indelible memories of my times in Ireland — particularly childhood days at Granny’s.
They’re separate moments really, like beads strung together in my mind: glimpses of us walking down the hill to the corner store for...
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