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.