Himself: Swam. No jobs tho more sales jobs have begun appearing. Put up with me. Cooked dinner.
Herself: It was as if I had reversed the bug and gone back two days in time. Slept well tho.
Reading: To the library where I got six new books.
Balance: Not wanting to stop reading at ten at night.
Somewhere in the 1960’s, I had taken loose family photos plus pictures from an album I had made for myself and made an album for my mother. When I picked up the album to begin dismembering it yesterday, the cover ripped off in my hands. I had not known about high acid paper when I created this album. Rather than struggle to take the album apart, I began slowly ripping each page out before I carefully took the pictures from the page.
There’s my grandfather at 16 with his father and grandfather. There’s my grandfather’s sister who died at 13 of, I believe, Typhoid. Then there are these delightful images of a grandmother I never knew.
She met and married my Grandfather in the late 1800’s. The first thing he did was buy her a pair of glasses….something her father wouldn’t allow. After the birth of two children, she settled in to the life of a wife of a workaholic electrical engineer. Despite a heart damaged by a childhood disease, she ran a busy household, delighted in golfing, traveled with her husband and children, and loved being a hostess. She helped put two children through the University of Michigan, but she grew increasingly tired and died in 1928 as a result of an enlarged heart.
She was a lot of fun, they said. Mother always told me that Grandfather regretted his long hours at work after she died.