It blew in right after dinner and tossed the tomatoes all over her yard.  We went over to see if we could help.  JeanPaul brought his toolbox and had the plants retied to their stakes  in no time at all.  She invited us in for a glass of wine – that was the day we met Bernadette.  She was 92.

On Friday the Governor came to wish her a Happy Birthday and the Red Sox  wished her the same on their Jumbotron.  Yesterday, the Mayor came to give his best wishes too.  Today is her birthday – I always remember because it is the same as my Mom’s.  She is 100 years old.  She’s happy and smart and finds joy in every thing that crosses her path – from weather, to animals, to people.   She seems to prove the old adage that the secret to a long life is joy.  And a little red wine of course…