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RE: Letters from a Recluse in the Desert, Part 3 "Wispy clouds coming in like angel wings"
My husband's Aunt Freda lived to be 104 and she was a treasure. Her mind was a sharp as a tack and the kids and grandkids loved visiting for the stories of her life. And for her ever full of homemade candy dish! She has a sweet tooth too. These folks are a treasure and we should keep their stories alive for future generations. It did seem that they were a feisty lot!
Most of these people survived The Great Depression, a world war, lean times, good times, and the privations of a world without internet. Many remember life before TV and radio. I grew up thinking we were so high-tech, but now our children's era laughs at a world before cell phones, texting, social media... I am a primitive! I'd love to have known your Aunt Freda. My grandma Frieda (German) made it to 97. Can't say the five granddaughters "loved" visiting her, but after she was gone (I was in my 30s), it dawned on me that not all grandmas are about hugs, warm fuzzies, stories and consolations. Our grandma taught us to "man up" and take our lumps, to make do with less, and to bring her flowers before she dies, not at her funeral. She was stern and cold and I never dreamed I'd miss her so much.