Interlude - My Grannie

A friend of mine had an unusual 50th birthday request. She asked her friends to send her letters that included a story about someone elderly we have cherished. I decided to write about my Grannie and thought I'd share what I wrote. My Grandmother was the first person I thought of as being old. My earliest memories of her are from when I was four or five and she was sixty. She seemed like a fairytale grandmother with silver grey hair and wrinkles when she smiled, but I realize she was only ten years older than I am now. She was a remarkable role model for how to age. She had strong opinions about how to make the best of her time: keep mobile by walking everywhere and practicing the Alexander Technique; keep the mind active with writing, conversation, playing cards, reading murders and Shakespeare. Most of all she had an insatiable curiosity for people and their stories, especially young people with backgrounds very different to her own. She fearlessly explored new places, n...