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I love Beulah. Bonus for me because it's the name of the lady who raised my grandmother (not her mother, but she was under the impression that she was her mother until she was about 50). My grandma used to tell me stories about how she'd sneak out through the bathroom window, which was just over the tub, to meet my grandfather. Beulah never said anything to her, but when she'd sneak back Beulah would have filled the tub with ice cold water. Apparently she had curly black hair and drank gin. I think anyways. It's been forever since I've heard anything about her. I always loved hearing stories about her.

This message was edited 12/21/2010, 1:41 PM