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.
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.
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.