grandmother with a G

If you are reading this, you may wonder why I keep typing Grandmother instead of grandmother.  Well, it’s simple–that’s what I call her. She not the sort of woman to be called grandmother so and so.  She’s much more direct than that. Really.

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Italy–I happened to mention it

Here’s a classic example of how my beloved Grandmother could get ahead of herself:

I guess this letter is expected! I have mixed emotions regarding your offer to teach in Italy [I was just thinking out loud one day. There was no offer.] First & foremost, that is too far from home! I imagine the pay is good. That’s the only good thing about the offer. Next, I don’t want any of those Italians latching on to you. With all your good attributes, you would be a good catch. Go with them, have fun with them, but leave them there…Saturday am, about 4:00, I waked up & thought about you going to Italy. I had trouble going back to sleep. I hope I don’t lose any more sleep about this.  I am proud of you and your accomplishments. I’m sure you can find something on this side of the Atlantic.

Even back in her younger years, she was quite opinionated.  Have you ever gotten a letter like this from your grandmother?

The beginning

Ever since I was a little girl, Grandmother would send me notes on how to be the best girl.  She sent me letters, newspaper clippings and cards on everything from how to clean a cast iron skillet, who to date (or not), and how to write a thank you card.

She’s 93 now and still sends me things.  This blog is in honor of her.