November 15, 2018:

Four chicks. Three are home with husbands, visiting Mom. The fourth is Mom herself.

Her older son's wife was always quite rude to me, frequently cutting. I remember her without affection.

Her younger son's wife was far the smartest of this bunch, and the funniest. She was charming, frequently laughing, always outgoing.

I have no memory of ever meeting the middle son's wife. But that can't be. Perhaps her husband's nonstop coprolalia pushed her out of mind.