It makes me sad not to know if I would have called her Grandmother or Granny or some other name.
It would not be Nana. That name was reserved for my mother’s mother. I never got a chance to call my father‘s mother anything; she died when I was less than a year old.
I have to use my imagination to fill in the gaps of my real life knowledge.
I can only guess that she might have liked to be called Babcia. Continue reading
My maternal grandmother would have been 106 years old today.
She loved crossword puzzles. (side note: I loved my Cabana East Motel t-shirt, and my mother loved having my hair cut short like a boy’s)
Side note: I loved my Cabana East Motel t-shirt, and my mother loved having my hair cut short like a boy’s, but those are stories for another blog post.
Because I gave time to the creepy Folger’s ad, I felt like I should balance things out by sharing a Christmas ad I love.
Cute one, Cheerios.
