Lois and Julius
My wife enjoying probably one of my grandmother's stories during a dinner at my aunt Florence's home.
She exposed me to classical music (my car radio is tuned to the classical music station out of San Francisco and I listen to classical music through satellite radio when on the road), the ballet, movies of the 30' & 40's all of which I appreciate still to this day. She was a prolific letter writer and story teller which has influenced me greatly. She was the middle child of three brothers and a sister who was the youngest. The two sisters could be no greater different from one and the other. My aunt Florence out-lived them all to the age of 100. The three brothers were all travelers of the world and I suppose that is where the vagabond in me stems from. My grandmother lived another 7 years after the death of my grandfather and died at the age of 64, at home where she was found by her last remaining brother. It was nice she died in her home where I know she would have wanted death to come just as it did for my grandfather, quick and painless.
My daughter being shown how the flash works by my uncle Arthur who would be the one to find my grandmother.
When my grandmother died we were married and with two kids living in northern California. We went down to help my aunt and uncle with the formidable task of cleaning out the house. My aunt did not want my wife to come in and see the house but I explained to her that I already had prepared her for it. In reality there was no way a person could be adequately prepared. I wasn't even myself for it was greatly worse than my memory recalled. My wife did fine and soon the two of us were treating it like a great adventure of discovery for that is exactly what it was. I regaled her with childhood tales as we worked our way through the my grandmother's world avoiding the occasional avalanche. When it was over she loved my grandmother even more than she had before, knowing her now better in death than she had in life. And I had learned something about my grandmother that few if any ever knew. She was a member of Mensa, the International High IQ Society.
Four months after this picture was taken of her with her friends she would be gone.
An interesting thing I discovered while putting together these last few blog entries was that the photo at the top of this page was taken by my other grandmother at her home. She was always a great one for taking pictures and would note on the back of every photo of who, what, where and when. This photo is dated two days after my father was killed. They look happy to me and I cannot help but wonder if my grandmother wrote the incorrect date, but she hadn't. She was always precise with her details in life and if you look at the photo from yesterday's post the hurt is there in their faces.