Rose Quote #156

Quote from Rose in Blind Ambitions

Rose: Excuse me, Becky. You take my arm. I'm gonna lead you.
Lily: Now, Rose, you always had a terrible sense of direction. You take my arm, I know the way. It's 49 steps right down this way. And watch out for the wad of gum on the 41 st.
Rose: I'm so proud of you.
Lily: Oh, this is nothing. Wait till you see me drive home. Come on, Becky. One, two, three

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 ‘Blind Ambitions’ Quotes

Quote from Rose

Rose: Oh, we used to cook outdoors all the time when we were kids. Remember our camping trips, Lily?
Lily: Oh, I sure do. During the summer, our father would take the whole family on camping trips into the wilderness. Of course, it wasn't really the wilderness. He'd drive in circles for about 20 minutes and then end up in the woods just beyond the barn. It was years before all the kids caught on to Dad's trick.
Rose: What do you mean, just beyond the barn?

Quote from Blanche

Dorothy: You know, when I was in college, I taught school part-time at one of those schools for the blind. It is really amazing what they can accomplish.
Lily: Oh, I went to one of those schools for a little while. It's just a lot of talking and hand-holding. Never been so bored in my life. I think I'm just the kind of person that likes to get out there and do it.
Rose: Did you know that my sister Lily still holds the record at our high school for the 100-yard dash? She served three terms on the city council, and she was the first woman in St. Olaf's to ever have a pilot's license.
Blanche: Oh, really? Well, we have something in common, Lily. I was the first woman in my hometown ever to have a pilot.
Dorothy: Blanche's bed is next to the X-15 at the Space and Aviation Museum.

Quote from Blanche

Blanche: Oh, I just love barbecues. We used to have the most wonderful ones back home. I can remember sitting out under a big old tree with the Darcy triplets: Hank, Beau and Dove. Eating and talking and laughing. And then along towards the end of the meal, why, the boys always got into a fight over who was going to get to lick the barbecue sauce from my fingertips and kiss away the little droplet of butter that always drizzled down my chin. Oh, has it gotten awful hot out here?