Both of my grandmothers are named Rosie/Rosye. So, when I was growing up, I thought all grandmothers were named so. I used to ask other kids, “Where’s your Rosye?” They were so important in my life so bear with me for a while because I am missing “My Rosie” and struggling with the aging of “My Rosye”! It was intention to post a letter to My Rosye but I am going to take more time…
My Rosie!
My Rosye with the next 3 generations!