always such great stories with such great little moments. here it's those bags of cookies! they remind me of a story my husband likes to tell about his grandmother which is both touching and sad: she had gluten stuff before people really understood that so she just never ate anything sweet and would bake endless plates of dozens of kinds of cookies she could never eat
Thank you Laura! Oh that is one of those bittersweet grandma stories. I think that generation was particularly martyred in a way. And yeah there used to be no gf stuff at all.
for my own grandmother (Baubie to me) the one that always gets me is that when my grandfather who was a hotshot doctor and professor got sick and she was taking care of him, he said to my aunt, wow, I never realized how much she did for me until now. my mom thought that moment was sweet, my aunt thought it showed what a sexist he was, lol. she reinvented herself after he died and had a great twenty-eight years as a widow
Wow. But yeah that doesn’t surprise me. But the whole not realizing 😅😅😅. My step grandfather died when I was 15 and my grandma definitely had a whole second life of freedom.
I love stories about grandmas. No one writes their stories down, and they usually are the ones who held everything together.
Thank you Lane! Now that she’s gone, I really see how she kept us all connected for so long.
always such great stories with such great little moments. here it's those bags of cookies! they remind me of a story my husband likes to tell about his grandmother which is both touching and sad: she had gluten stuff before people really understood that so she just never ate anything sweet and would bake endless plates of dozens of kinds of cookies she could never eat
Thank you Laura! Oh that is one of those bittersweet grandma stories. I think that generation was particularly martyred in a way. And yeah there used to be no gf stuff at all.
for my own grandmother (Baubie to me) the one that always gets me is that when my grandfather who was a hotshot doctor and professor got sick and she was taking care of him, he said to my aunt, wow, I never realized how much she did for me until now. my mom thought that moment was sweet, my aunt thought it showed what a sexist he was, lol. she reinvented herself after he died and had a great twenty-eight years as a widow
Wow. But yeah that doesn’t surprise me. But the whole not realizing 😅😅😅. My step grandfather died when I was 15 and my grandma definitely had a whole second life of freedom.
💐 beautiful 💐
Thank you boo
Impatients - me, too. And yes, it’s a better name.
The moist (I don’t hate that word) heat of greenhouses and the scent of earth call my grandmother to me.
Thanks for the Easter Essay.
I don’t hate moist either lol
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Thank you for reading Jeanne 🩷💜🩷💜🩷💜