Owning a flower shop in a small town is special. You get to know people, they are more than customers, they are friends and at times they become like family. It is not unusual for people to just stop by and visit. They'll walk in the back door, grab a stool, sit down and talk while I work
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Miss Frances has lived in this town her entire life. She was one of my church ladies, taking care of the altar flowers. She would come in every week with the altar vases and tell me who was paying for them and what they wanted. She would stay for a while and talk with me and mom. She always got a kick out of some of the things I was doing and was never shy about critiquing an arrangement I was doing. Sometimes she would bring cookies, come in the back door and give me a great big hug. I would ask her about things in town , what was is like when she was younger. She would tell us stories of a simpiler time. Sitting on the church steps listening to the band play and going to get ice cream. Or how the Trolley came through town and the stops it would make. I asked her to write her memories down for me once and she did. It's something I will always treasure.
Frances died yesterday. She was like my grandmother. I will miss her terribly and I can't believe I will never see her come through my back door again.
Jennifer
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Miss Frances has lived in this town her entire life. She was one of my church ladies, taking care of the altar flowers. She would come in every week with the altar vases and tell me who was paying for them and what they wanted. She would stay for a while and talk with me and mom. She always got a kick out of some of the things I was doing and was never shy about critiquing an arrangement I was doing. Sometimes she would bring cookies, come in the back door and give me a great big hug. I would ask her about things in town , what was is like when she was younger. She would tell us stories of a simpiler time. Sitting on the church steps listening to the band play and going to get ice cream. Or how the Trolley came through town and the stops it would make. I asked her to write her memories down for me once and she did. It's something I will always treasure.
Frances died yesterday. She was like my grandmother. I will miss her terribly and I can't believe I will never see her come through my back door again.
Jennifer