Grand Ma

Several things about being a granddaughter are fun, among them remembering sweet things about grandma, and being connected to her other granddaughters who can remember things I forgot.

Grandma Janda had a cherub face, perhaps in part from being the baby of her family. She looked cherubic her whole life. I don’t recall her ever noisy or demanding; but then I saw her when such things would not show up.

Grandma Janda had a way to be virtuous that I envied then and I envy now. She prayed. She was a terrific prayer. Sometimes when you thought she was sitting there and listening to what was going on, she was actually praying the rosary or just having a solo chat with God, saints, too.

Grandma Janda had a great head of hair, lots of it. This largess morphed from a chubby back bun into a stunned beehive style somewhere in the 1960s. Her baby face with really BIG hair on top of it gave her an interesting look that was hers alone; a woman and child in one. Which she was.

About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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