My husband came in the house the other day chuckling. I know someone related to you has been riding in our car, he teased. I looked at him, a bit confused, “why?”
“I found Kleenex stuffed in your car in the passenger side door pocket.”
Mom has moved in with us and it seems the ever running nose has been passed down through my mother’s side of the family. Not only do I sound like her, have her delicate digestive system and matching feet, but I got the dripping nose.
No matter the season and heaven help during the change of seasons, tissues must stand at the ready. I can remember my grandmother with her hankies stuffed in the pockets of her apron and housedress. Mom tells me that my great grandmother was also always in possession of a delicate cotton hankie in her apron too. I must say I am rather glad we have given up on that bad habit and the pile of dirty hankies for the laundry that would pile up quickly.
Kleenex won’t have to worry about going out of business any time soon. Each car has its travel box; the living room, bedrooms and baths all have their standing full boxes in preparation for that frequent sneeze. I buy bulk.
Cathy, it seems that trait is with me also. Ha,ha. Good to hear from you again. I haven’t been doing the genealogy lately because my husband is sick, but hope to get back at it soon. Lots of unanswered questions. Pat Zilincik