Thursday, March 17, 2011
Mrs. Walkerman was such a presence in my growing up years. So many memories: playing with Betsy, while Mrs. Walkerman was working her garden, sewing, or sunning in the backyard. The first artichoke I ever ate was at your house for dinner. I didn’t have a clue how to tackle such a thing, but your mom patiently showed me how to scrape off the tasty flesh from the leaves, and dig out the choke to reveal the heart. I’ve enjoyed them ever since. To Betsy, Jane, Mr. Walkerman, and the rest of family, you have my deepest sympathy. Mrs. Walkerman was a woman of principle; she extended her time and effort to the entire neighborhood, for which I am grateful.
