Jackie and Grandma at graduation in 1982?
"remember somewhere our union's sewing, our wages going to feed the kids and round the house we work hard, but who's complaining, To the irony we are paying our way. So always look for the Union label, it says we are able to make it in the USA!"
I was my Grandma's birthday present. She told me so every year that she was alive. It was ironic that I was born when she was in her 40's and that she died when I got married. Almost as though we were meant to be escorts of one another for a certain span of time and the clock was set to our love language. She was truly the one love of my life, when she was alive. She bought that doll when I was born and we struck the clock of years to our birthdays together until I was 21. She is gone and the fond memories of beautiful dresses and pretty laces and the smell of chocolate cake under loads and loads of aluminum foil donn my memory. Stale Jax, fresh soda, frozen kosher hotdogs and our first singing studio in her basement. I was born in that house and I went there to die, I thought. God spared me. Thank God. I miss my Grandma and miss her awefully.
You can't believe how exactly like her my Elyse is. As if she spit her out. She carries her sewing stuff and scissors with her all over and is always freezing and conserving stuff. We laugh like little girls over tea and I am blessed to have lived to see my grown daughter be so similar to my Grandma!