If my gramma were still alive, she'd be ancient. Either 108 or 109. We're pretty sure she lied about her age -- that she said she'd been born in 1900 because 1899 sounded too old.
The youngest of 13 kids, she was raised on a farm, but went on to make a life for herself in the city. She got herself through business school and became (if I have my story right) assistant to the city's top cop.
She raised four kids pretty much on her own, no easy feat considering that this was during the Depression. She made wonderful molasses cookies, smoked cigarettes (which likely led to her early death), and loved playing cards. In fact, she's the one who taught me to play Canasta. That handful of 13 cards was quite the feat when I was five!
If you need an excuse to celebrate today, raise a glass in memory of one very cool woman, Mayme!
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Here's to Mayme. Maybe she'll return and run for Prime Minister soon.
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