Two Grandmas
Becoming a new grandmother has me thinking back to my childhood. Growing up, I was fortunate to have both my maternal and paternal grandmothers close by. In our family, they were affectionately referred to as Grandma B and Grandma P, the first initial of their last names. I was in my twenties when they died and although I was old enough to accept this inevitable fact of life, I was still too young to lose the benefit of their wisdom and their love. I remember them both fondly, and now as a grandmother myself, I think about these two women more than ever. We called Grandma B, my mother’s mom, Noni. She was widowed in her fifties and soon after came to live with us. As a kid, I loved having Noni stay in our home. For years, we shared a bedroom and the biggest perk of that was that she made my bed every morning! In turn, I would hand down some of my clothes and she loved to mix teen-style tops with her classic tweed skirts. She had an eye for style and was an exquisite dressm