
My grandma. She is awesome.
She was a premature baby born at home. You know what they did? Put her in the oven ( as an incubator replacement ). Then her mother died when she was 2 months old.
When she grew up she was as girl-about-town as you can be in a small Quebec town in the 30’s; she was one of the first to ever ski ( they tied wood planks under their boots ) and she always regaled me with stories of how she kept many…relationships when they engaged in war because “it was so easy to write a letter and knit a sweater that you know would warm them and make them smile”…
and how always stylish and put together she was!
She married my grandpa, had 6 kids and many many grandchildren; always welcomed at her house ( in fact we moved in with her when my parents got divorced early in the 80’s - she never passed a bad jugement on anyone and was always so kind hearted…)
well she’s now 91, would be 92 on Wednesday…but doctors think she can’t make it ( alzheimer and a bunch of cancers )… I have pretty much made my peace with it, she had been sick for a couple of years, but as the time draws near, I am overwhelmed with memories…and felt the need to immortalize them here. I am proud to have been in her life.