To Be a Wonderful Grandma Remember the Love You Had for Yours

You can never replace her but you can be like her.

My Maternal Grandmother circa 1974 when she was 76 years old. Pic owned by the author.

The only person I ever talk about as being perfect was my Maternal grandmother. Even when she was semi scolding me she was nice.

From the time I can remember she was a constant presence in my life. When my dad built our house in 1957 he made an apartment for my grandma with an entrance off the garage.

It was the ideal setup for all of us.

I never heard my grandma say it but, of course, I assumed she absolutely loved watching us kids all the time, baking, cooking, cleaning, and doing the laundry!

She hung all the clothes outside to dry.

Photo by Dmitry Arslanov on Unsplash

Grandma ran to the grocery store a lot so I always asked to go with her. I remembered her car was a 1948 Dodge something. It looked like a gangster car. I can still smell the upholstery on the back seats. An old musty smell.

Grandma had several “lady friends” that she visited and would allow me to go with her. I had to sit in a chair and not speak or disrupt anything. These ladies were all so kind to me…