Joanna and the pea fight
Visits from family tend to invoke memories. A recent visit to this blog by my niece Joanna triggered many such memories, not the least of which involved a pea. First a bit about Joanna with hopes that she forgives my dredging up her past. Joanna came into this world kicking. She never learned to walk, preferring instead to run as fast as she could on legs that measured, at least in my memory, approximately four inches floor to seat. She broke from her run only long enough to open each and every cupboard door she encountered. Then she would proceed to empty each cabinet of all contents making sure she missed nothing. I soon learned to store only plastic and metal objects in those cupboards within her reach. Joanna and her sister, Julie, three years older, spent a good amount of time at our house so my husband Lawrence and I grew to love them dearly and know them well. Julie played quietly with her plastic horses, never raising a ruckus and ra...