Obviously, I'm in Grandmother
mode of late. Must have some-
thing to do with my age . . .
My father's mother was truly an
amazing woman. Several women
in one, rather describes her! She
certainly existed in her own realm
of time and space. Born in an era
where you were expected to put
up with your place in life, grin
and bear it . . . she didn't!
She divorced the father of her
children and married a miner.
She thought nothing of bouts of
tent living and cooking for the
men. Comfortable in trousers and
boots, with ciggie in hand, she
coped with style.
And, speaking of style, man oh
man could that woman dress!
Red dress, hat with a black veil,
seamed nylons and high heels.
Stunning!
I remember one time staying in
the car on main street while dad
ran in the store to pick up a tool,
I spied Grandmother walking
down the street. Elegant in her
walk and attire, she was turning
heads as she approached. My bro
and I hollered greetings out the
window, she smiled and waved
not realizing it was us until she
got closer.
Her next venture was a quarter
horse farm out in the country,
once her husband left the mines.
I swear the woman was utterly
fearless!
And heaven forbid she should
ever relax a tad, she also became
an artist. Oil was her genre and
the arches her inspiration.
So hope to be like her when I
grow up! Not bloody likely . . .
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