Audrey Mae SpencerSpencer Historical CemeteryHenry Straight / William Spencer Family Cemetery
Vaughn Historical CemeterySpencers of East Greenwich, RI

Monthly Archives: November 2003

15 November 2003

(No Answer)

22 November 2003

(No Answer)

26 November 2003

Heather: I have not been able to get you for the last two Saturdays. I even tried Sunday. So now I will call you at 8:30 AM sharp (EST) and if you have not finished breakfast I will call you back in 5-10 minutes. Once you leave your room for the day, it is hard to track you down.

Audrey Mae MacDonald

Audrey: I have a very good life. I have friends. We are always talking.  We are all one big family here.  I would rather stay in the house and look out the window. Spencer pushes me around outside.  When I am outside, I need a scarf, just like Grandma*. She always said her neck was cold.  I have a pink scarf that I tie around my neck and make a bow.

*Grandma is MaryJane (née Vaughn) Spencer, Audrey’s  mother.
26 November 2003

Heather: Who do you talk with most of the time?

Audrey: I’m always going out in the hall. Tom stops there. I just go out in the hall and old Tom, he is pretty good to talk with. Old Tom. He was the last of the eight boys. His mother wasn’t very good. She was a kind of wild thing. Each one of the children would come down our street, so I knew of him and his family. The first seven boys always got into trouble. He was the good one of the family and turned out all right. The rest were all getting into trouble. We are great friends. We see each other each day. We argue most of the time. We enjoy our arguing. He gets out there every morning at a certain space in the hall. Tom’s son comes along and off goes Tom.  His son pushes him around. Every elderly man should have a son to push him around.