Another Grammy Storm?
The commotion echoed her approach to life, which was not to sit back and contemplate things, but to stir the pot and kick up a fuss. She had two sisters and was always on the outs with one or the other. My grandmother's solicitous letters to my father - "Now son, don't work too hard" - made her blood boil. She did battle with shopkeepers to get the best bargains and with tradesmen to make sure they fixed things right. When she was in the hospital at the end of her life and a doctor asked if she knew where she was, she snapped, "Folsom Prison!"
Having worked at Wanamaker's in Philadelphia as a young women, she knew retail lore inside out and was a demon shopper later when we lived in East Orange near several blocks of department stores and specialty shops. My daughter Audrey has inherited the shopping genes, as witness her early morning foray into a Target store today in Seattle to plunder the Liberty of London treasures.
Audrey is not convinced that this week's nor'easter was the true Grammy Storm. She may be right, because a few years ago the weather turned from 80 degrees just before her birthday anniversary to a raging sleet storm.
We will each be lighting a candle tomorrow in her memory, in honor of her feistiness and the clout she exerted within her sphere. My late sister Jane and I used to joke that under different circumstances, she could have taken over and run a small South American nation with no trouble. As it was, she only had a household with four children over whom to wield power. I'm glad I was one of them.