My grandmother turned 90 this week. 90. Ninety... years old.
Think about all she has seen... WWI...the jazz age...the depression...WWII...the 50's the 60's...and so on...all the different presidents...movements...musicians things that our history books explain.. but she has seen it with her own eyes...been there.
She has a hard time adjusting the our world today. Her house looks like it is still 1955. Its incredible. She doesnt have a dishwasher.. she calls Publix "the market"..she pushes the mute button on ALL commercials "its too loud" she says...She loves Lucy.. and Sound of Music...the classics... she craves them.
She wears beautiful nightgowns every night... she cooks with spices, herbs, and love. She is a teacher. She shares her knowledge and love of piano with kids everyday... still.. at 90. She wears high heels that match her suit color whenever she goes out ..and always... red lipstick.
Her sense of humor is sharp but not understood by all. She is so full of life. She is precious.
Celebrating her this week was such a gift. She is a constant source of love and devotion in my life. She is my Mame.
She gave this toast at dinner....
"Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is Mystery,
Today is a gift thats why they call it the present."
there was such beauty gathered around that table.
she called me today and said she was "overwhelemed with the beauty all around her"
thus inspiration for a blog.
