When I Grow Up I Want to Be Betty White

When I Grow Up I Want to Be Betty White By Leigh Anne Jasheway NABBW’s Boomer Humor Expert When I was a teenager I thought my grandmother was ancient. She had white hair, wore hand-knit shawls, and kept a bowl of hard candy on her coffee table to distract us from the chocolate she hoarded for herself in the pockets of her apron. We never ate the hard candy because it would have taken a hammer and chisel to get a piece small enough to fit into our mouths. Besides, it was mostly covered in dust and moths. Grandma was also a germaphobe who Cloroxed everything. We kids were afraid to roll over... Read More