The Grandmother Diaries:  My

The Grandmother Diaries:  My “Great” Aunt

If you’ve followed my Grandmother Diaries, you’ve “met” my Gran.  All my life (and most of hers), Gran’s younger sister Minerva lived a block away.  I’m not quite sure how it happened…my Gran moved into the house she was in most the time I knew her after my Grandfather died.  I never knew him – Read More

The Grandmother Diaries:  Neighbors and Friends

The Grandmother Diaries:  Neighbors and Friends

Found an interesting tidbit in Gran’s diaries on June 19, 1987.  I’ll let her use her own words: Hot – got cloudy.  Lots of humidity. Cool in house – cleaned up vacuumed rugs.  Washed floors. Man from across street came over and told me his whole history.  He talks with German accent. Hard to understand. Read More

Simple Memories

The Grandmother Diaries: Simple Memories

I’m still slowly working my way through her diaries.  Today, I thought perhaps I’d just write about all the memories that the entries are inspiring. My Gran was a formidable woman.  Despite her anxiety issues, she managed to raise two kids almost completely on her own. I remember her working in a mall jewelry shop Read More

The Grandmother Diaries - Memories and Deaths

The Grandmother Diaries – Memories and Deaths

Two days ago, I found out that one of my favorite Great Aunt Jill had died. Her husband, my Nan’s brother, died while I was bursting pregnant with my eldest. I realized as I received the news of Jill, I have no actual memories of my uncle, even though he survived to my thirtieth year. Read More

The Grandmother Diaries - A Chance Encounter

The Grandmother Diaries – A Chance Encounter

I’ve been flipping through Gran’s diary – and I came across an interesting entry on Saturday March 21, 1987: Sunny – warm.  Lazy – did puzzle (escaping).  Must go for a walk. Went downtown on bus quite an experience.  Young man got on slightly loaded sat behind me.  He opened the window – then leaned Read More

The Grandmother Diaries: I Opened the Box 1

The Grandmother Diaries: I Opened the Box

I finally jumped into Pandora’s box. I pulled out a handful of Gran’s journals today. I’m starting with 1987 – as it seems to be the earliest I found. Just the first page brings back memories. It’s yellow, curled a little and smells faintly of cigarettes. She lists the times of her favorite TV shows Read More