Speaking of things close to my heart, a few months back I started a blog called, Checking the Rear View Mirror and as I like to do, I'm telling stories.
It occurred to me that I'm an "old lady" in the eyes of my grandsons. I came to this conclusion out of my experience with my grandmother, Fanny, who was just a bit older than I when she died. I adored her and loved being with her; she was different than anyone else I knew in part because she was so old. Kinda like Moses' first cousin if only he'd been Italian.
She was only 70 when she died and I was 12 years old.
I decided to write stories nearly exclusively about my childhood and family of origin. My hope is one day the boys will be able to create a visual of Gramma when s…