When I was growing up, we never had a car. So my key to the world for school, work and play was a bicycle that belonged to my material grandmother. I spent a week putting a new basket on it, repainted it and did the old playing card in the tire spokes accessory!!
Even growing up in western New York with lake effect snow, if conditions allowed, I even road it in winter. It took me to school, countless babysitting jobs, errands downtown, bringing home mountains of books each Saturday from the library.
When I left for college, I replaced the basket, freshened up the paint and gave it to my mom and she used it to bike to work each day to the hospital for she was a nurse’s aide.
When she retired, she donated it to a friend who put it in her garden!
Lemon and Rosemary 