grandparents

I wish I could have worked on my Little Golden Book today, but my other clients don't suddenly cease to exist. I think I am one of the very last people alive who actually had grandparents like these. Mine really looked like this. My grandmother resided in a big wicker chair in the kitchen, and bossed my aunt around. My grandfather hardly ever left his wood working shop in the back yard. Though I do remember him sitting in the kitchen too. Slicing potatoes, thinner than thin, with the patience of an angel. I don't really know how or when they died. I have this story in my head that my grandfather died from a fall in the bed room, but I don't know if that is true. My grandmother developed Alzheimer's. I think I saw her once while she suffered from it, not long before she died. She was worrying about my mother, and then she mistook my cousin Margriet for her as she came in the room. Which really felt creepy to me as a child, because my mother had died years before that. To me, my mother belonged to me, I had never really linked her to my grandmother at all.