Friday, March 27, 2015

Grandmotherly artifact

My maternal grandmother was an invalid in later life. Yet she bore seven children who all survived, and had my youngest aunt and uncle against the advice of her doctor. After that, a congenital heart condition kept Nanny upstairs in bed at the house on Boncloddy Street.

When I was a baby, my mother took my sister and me from her home on our Alberta farm to visit Nanny and Pop Pitcher. I spend a lot of time with my grandparents. "Bop" fed me cheese and I grew so fond of him that on the way home to Alberta, I escaped my mother in Toronto to follow a man I thought was Bop.

I also enjoyed sharing the "bapes" that were brought to Nanny in recognition of her invalid status. This is what remains of her fruit basket, the only memento I have of my long-dead grandmother. The wicker sides crumbled away long ago.

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