The President’s wife came to visit me

My husband often engages with movie stars in his dreams. Not me. I mostly visit with loved ones who have passed on.

Last night, however, was a complete change of venue for me. Now if I was going to visit with a movie star, I would say the odds are it would be Betty Davis. You see, she is my 7th cousin, once removed, on the Sanborn side of the family. And this come from both my maternal grandmother and maternal grandfather.

But no. No Betty Davis visit. No movie star visit. But someone much higher in the echelons of society who indeed has passed on. Barbara Bush, the President’s wife, came to visit me in my house. And I served her tea, with ‘one cube of sugar and a splash of milk.’ (I did not have cubes of sugar, so I guesstimated. I used a china cup from my china cabinet but couldn’t find a saucer. So embarassing!)

I did not wake up immediately after the dream. I suppose that is why I don’t remember more of the visit. I have no idea why Barbara Bush was visiting me. Perhaps I just happened to be the random, available open door for her to swish in and enjoy a cup of tea?

Oh, I should mention, she looked much younger than she did in the later years of her life. However, her hair was white.

I am struck with Barbara’s affinity for books and hope perhaps she came to encourage me in my writing. If so, thank you Mrs. Bush.

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