February 5th

Today would have been my maternal grandmother's 103rd birthday. Amelia was born 100 years, 7 months and 17 days after her.

One of the downsides of starting a family late in life, something both my grandmother and I did, is I don't get to pick her brain about how things were done way back when. During Amelia's infancy I really wished she were still alive to hear first-hand accounts of what it was like to mother infants during the Depression and in post-war America. Sure, there are a few centenarians around whom I could ask, but it's not the same as asking the woman who changed your mother's cloth diapers and fastened them with pins. Ya know?