Oh my gracious, the things the youngin’s come up with these days. The Internet and web logs? Casey, my granddaughter, keeps telling me that I need to get a computer. She showed me how to buy seeds online from faraway places, like California. Ain’t that a kick? But I’m here to talk about shopping.
My granddaughter, Casey Calhoun, asked me to write a little something for you today. She wanted to be here herself. She’s an assistant gardener for the White House. Imagine that! My two daughters and I are bursting with pride for her.
She hopes to make an appearance next month. The White House has to approve all contact its staff has with the media. She tells me that it takes time for that to happen. Several departments have to approve her request and sign off on the topics she plans to talk about. It sounds rather complicated.
Margaret Bradley, our gracious First Lady, had heard about Casey’s organic landscaping business in Charleston, SC and had asked her to come to Washington to develop and implement an organic landscape plan for the White House. At first, Casey had balked at leaving her family.
But I told her, “Child, you need to follow your heart. Don’t worry about us old biddies. We’ve been taking care of ourselves for longer than you’ve been alive.”
Well, it was about time someone recognized her talents. We’d known ever since she came to live with me and my two daughters at Rosebrook that our little princess was something special. She was just a little mite back then. Quiet, too. But her mind, it was always spinning. To keep her occupied, I gave her a Miss Marple mystery to read. Look back, I'm not sure I should have given a murder mystery to such a young, impressionable mind. Nowadays, she always carries a mystery novel around with her. I tell her she's going to rot her mind.
This is her first move to a new city, and I'm worried about her getting settled. She’s mentioned that a young banker has been acting all sweet on her lately. I haven’t asked her too much about it, because my daughters, Abla and Willow, tend to get carried away with their advice.
I'd like to guide her on what she can do to make Washington, D.C. feel like her home. I want her to be happy. But I was born in Charleston, SC and have lived here all my life. I don't know what to tell her.
Have you ever made a big move to a new city? How did you cope with the change?