What happens to that history? Does it cease to exist if no one remembers. What happened to that story? What was my grandmother’s life like when she was in Show Biz? What artifacts might there be from that era that might tell us something? I expect I will never know. The wages of procrastination, and surprise illnesses in old age. I had always intended to speak with my sister Loretta about Grandma Anna, but she passed away before I got to it. Any materials passed down found its way to relations other than me, to my aunt’s family perhaps, or maybe through my mother to my older sibs, sisters in particular. What happens to the untold stories? Two of my grandparents were in vaudeville at some point, yet I know almost nothing about that. “If the people around you don’t love you just as you are, find new people. I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather be an other bird than just the same old thing.” “There are birds, and then there are other birds.
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