She was elegant. Her walk was elegant. Her dresses — frothy, chiffony, with full tule petticoats — were elegant. She wore high heels to wash the kitchen floor — and to do every other thing in life. Her gestures were elegant — fluid and gentle. Her pace through life — which was not a rose garden — was elegant. Her resilience and persistent joy were the absolute height of human elegance. Shortly before she died at age 92 she taught me to tango.


6 thoughts on “Grandma

  1. Wonderful description, must have been an intersting person to know. Cleaning floors in high heels reminds me of the TV advertisements in the fifties.

    • In the 50s she was in her late 50s and early 60s so pretty much the standard of the time. She had a pink and black kitchen, popular colors for those times, too.

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