grandma (the stunner in the middle) a week after my mom was born.
Grandma and some of children (1964)
Grandma participating in a protest with the Women's International League of Peace
When I think about my grandma Joyce, I can't help but think about the rhyme she would tell me and my siblings when we were younger "Emily pemily pudding and pie kiss the boys and made them cry (of course you could sub any name in. Do note this was an endearing rhyme, not a taunt)." I can't help but think about reading Bertrum books aloud, learning how to play Casino (a card game), watching Casablanca, The Red Shoes, Catch-22, and the Gods must be crazy. Word finds in the morning, scrabble at night. Friday night pizza, Sunday morning banana pancakes. The most eloquent, articulate, passionate, intelligent, kind, caring,frank....Woman I've ever met. A Loving wife, mother, grandmother, advocate, inspiration, an honor to know and love. She will be dearly admired and dearly missed forever.
A beautiful tribute, Emily. My condolences to all of you. I only met Joyce a couple of times, briefly—my loss!
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(Salem, 1977-86; you were just a baby).
Thank you.
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