February 18th, 2006
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Generations
I don’t know very much about my Great-grandmother Armstrong, that is to say almost nothing. What I do know, however, is that she pioneered several of our family’s cherished recipes, which are quite simple to replicate in theory, but very difficult to get right. Aside from that, I know that she was very sick when my mother was pregnant with me, and by the time my mother went into labor she had already been in the hospital for some time, weak and unresponsive. However, the story goes that upon being told that her grandson’s wife had just given birth to a new baby boy, she opened her eyes for the first time in days and smiled. Armstrong is a good name. It’s an old English name.
My grandmother sent me this picture of Great-grandmother Armstrong, but this seems odd as she doesn’t like computers. I think perhaps it’s really from my Aunt Lily or Uncle Al, who are more tech-saavy and prone to check her mail for her. Also arriving this week were some more of my Christmas presents. Surface post means boat when you live in Asia, which translates into six to eight weeks plus customs. I received one gift last week which included a bottle of our family standard Royall Lyme cologne. Also enclosed were a couple of Farley Mowat novels my grandmother has been trying to get me to read since age eleven.
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Having asked for Dances with Wolves at first I thought grandma was a little confused and just was focusing on the whole “wolf” aspect of things too much, but as it turns out I did receive Dances… yesterday, along with some very American breakfast foods. I hope the nice people at Japanese customs in Kawasaki enjoyed themselves with my non-perishable snacks, for they retained them a full two weeks longer than my Farley Mowat books. Oh well, I suppose I can sleep more safely knowing that incoming parcels are spot-checked for hazardous materials, like my Pop-Tarts.
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