Margaret Brennan
Bio
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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THE DAY HER WALL CRACKED
THE DAY HER WALL CRACKED There was no holding back +++++++++++++++++++++++ Mom was always the stronger of my parents. Dad, well, dad was an old softie. Kind of like a big, soft, cuddly teddy bear. With the exception of my wedding, I never saw him cry but, he was free with his hugs and encouragements. He also never found a way to hide any disappointment he felt when one of his children did something of which he didn’t approve.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Families
I HAVE HER EYES
I HAVE HER EYES Tears and all You could say shock and bewilderment were two emotions I felt when I looked in the mirror. Growing up, I knew, except for my blue eyes, I had my dad’s features. My mom often said there could never be any doubt I was Frank’s daughter. However, I inherited my blue eyes from my mom. My mom was such a beautiful looking woman and dad? Well, dad was so handsome. Yeah, I inherited the best from both of them.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Families
