While we watched Grandma's body fail, Grandpa asked me to remember her the way she was. I assured him that I have millions of memories of Grandma and this was only going to be one of them. Here are some of my other memories of Grandma, captured in photographs.
I inherited a lot from Grandma: my Scottish vowels for which I have been relentlessly tormented (thanks, Kelli); my love affair with literature; my knack for crafting words; and, of course, my striking good looks. (The latter is so obvious, I hardly even have to say it.)
Grandma and I have kindred spirits. When I last went to her house, I found this beauty:
Please observe the infamous Tom Sawyer. This is the 1931 edition.
Dear to my heart:
But this book is my favorite. My grandma got it from her grandma who got it from her mother. It's the 1899 edition of Emerson's poems.
And Emerson himself. Oh, what a handsome man.
Here are some of my favorite memories of Grandma from when I was little:
- she taught me how to click my tongue
- she assured me that the pressure did not mean I was exploding internally, I just had to go to the bathroom really bad
- when my mom needed a break from me, Grandma invited me to stay in the Princess Room in her house (little did I know it was also The Dungeon that I stayed in when I was naughty)
- she had a beautiful 1940s-era singing voice
- she fed the squirrel that lived in her backyard
- she drove over the curb once in a grocery store parking lot and said "Whee!" as she did it
- she had a very short neck and pretended to "stretch it out" for us
- she made fantastic faces (usually involving scrunching or stretching) for babies to look at
- when my mom fell down the stairs (which was quite funny), Grandma dropped her walker and ran to check on her before anyone else even realized what was happening
To steal from Shakespeare (which Grandma would have appreciated): "Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet Grandma, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!"