Today, Oct 15. was approximately my grandmother’s birthday. She would have been 110 today. That top photo is me recording her stories (on a micro-cassette tape) in 1994 at my sister’s house in Baltimore. That’s been digitized and blogged here before, but heck, I still like just the first 5 minutes of that I made into a movie

There is a part on there where she talks about what it tool to get her a birth certificate.

I am pretty sure this was the last photo and time I saw here, in November 2001 (?) that would have been after my Dad, her son passed away.

Granny in 2001
Granny in 2001

She was not happy about being put into a facility, and she did not live much past this– she passed away in July 2002. She was stubborn as anything. Then again, she outlived her husband by about 50 years, all of her brothers and sisters, and both of her children.

grandma-me

This might have been that 1994 trip too, not much more after judging by the poof factor of my hair.

grandma-piana-july-1996

She loved her music, there playing sometime in 1996. me-grandma-1970s

There we are in older times, maybe 1975 (?) She and my parents took me to Williamsburg, VA for my birthday. Apparently, the experience, all that re-enactment, wore me out.

And maybe my favorite photo of her, caught in mid pontification, at her apartment:

2009/365/26: Granny (1986)
flickr photo shared by cogdogblog under a Creative Commons ( BY ) license

This would have been in 1986 when I was taking a film photography class. I think this defines her well in my memory.

I kep asking her to live to be 100, I would tell her she could do it because she had “spunk” — she cam very close, and I miss her dearly for all she loved me.

Happy ~birthday, Granny


Top / Featured Image credit: That’s my own photo! Heck credit me.

The post "Granny’s Approximate Birthday" was originally yanked out of the teeth of a rabid chicken at CogDogBlog (http://cogdogblog.com/2015/10/grannys-approximate-birthday/) on October 14, 2015.

1 Comment

  • Harriet

    She’s still alive in your stories. I miss her too. She was very good to me.
    Wish I still had that afghan. She made it for me and I remember helping her to sew the blocks together. I took it to the nursing home so she would have something familiar and it disappeared.

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