by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
Christmas always makes me think of Mildred. She was no more than a wisp of a thing. When some folks come into a room their very presence makes a resounding statement. Mildred was no more than a suggestion.
But Mildred had good arms. Most greeters at church meet you with a friendly smile and a handshake. Mildred was a hugger and her