Autism, Family Life and Short Breaks. An investigation into the experience of family life and short breaks of families that have children on the autism spectrum in an English county

Parker, walking around in a slim yellow dress and a barbershop hairdo and a tailor-БЂ‹fitted wine-БЂ‹colored coat. That had to be the answer, right? But hereБЂ™s the trouble with grandmothers. With all that they give away to others, they still insist on maintaining their own opinions about their own lives. Because what Grandma Maude actually said was БЂњThe happiest time in my life were those first few years of marriage to your grandfather, when we were living together on the Olson family farm.БЂ«Let me remind you: They had nothing. Maude was a virtual house slave to three grown men (gruff Swedish farmers, no less, who were usually irritated with each other) and she was forced to cram her babies and their sodden cloth diapers into one cold and badly lit room. She became progressively sicker and weaker with each pregnancy. The Depression raged outside their door. Her father-БЂ‹in-БЂ‹law refused to run plumbing into the house. And so on, and so onБЂ¦ БЂњGrandma,БЂ«I said, taking her arthritic hands in mine, БЂњhow could that have been the happiest time of your life?БЂ«БЂњIt was,БЂ«she said ...»