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Valentine’s Day: For Granny, My First Love

Scene From My Life

Antoinette Myers No. 1—an independent woman.

 

Granny and me on the porch of our suburban Detroit home.  I was age 15.  Thrilled to have her to myself, I confided my news:  I’d started smoking cigarettes!   Granny’s comment:  “I bet you do it good!”   I’ve always thought that if I told her I was robbing banks, she’d find something positive to say.

 

Scene From My Life

I was 19 years old and living in Spain on a Junior Year Abroad program.  Someone had a car and we drove north from Madrid to Bilbao.  We visited the Basilica that housed La Virgen de Begonia.  Granny had just died, so I lit a candle for her to the Virgen of Begonia.  I threw in my cat I Am, who’d also died in my absence.  It was comforting and it was fitting.  Granny loved flowers.

Later in life, I realized that my siblings felt the same about her.  She was loved by everyone, it seemed.  That was a shock, yet I still retained one unique bond with Granny:  I am the only one who bears her name.  Her exact name, as my birth name was her married name:  Antoinette Bennett Myers.

I am proud to carry it forward.  I am now granny to two perfect children; the cycle continues.  If I can’t have Granny in person, I can be Granny.  I am Granny.  As close to reincarnation as I can get.

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  • Mickey Jou March 12, 2017 at 6:21 pm

    What a lovely memory — I feel the exact same way about my grandma and her unconditional love! From what I know about you, you have taken so much after Granny, in your kindness, generosity, and sense of adventure. Thank you for writing this so beautifully, and for sharing it 🙂

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  • Maura Sandrock February 13, 2017 at 10:25 pm

    Toni, thank you for sharing the story of your grandmother and your special relationship with her. She reminds me a bit of my grams, who lived just shy of her 101year birthday. She too loved us grandkids unconditionally.
    Happy Valentines Day to all the grandmothers

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  • Gwen Scott February 13, 2017 at 7:21 pm

    I love this, Toni! My mother’s mother was MarMar, a name I gave her when learning to talk. Like your grandmother, mine thought I was perfect too. What a coincidence that my three grandchildren are also perfect! Thank you for writing and sharing such great memories and sentiments. Happy Valentines’ Day!

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  • Susanna Gaertner February 13, 2017 at 6:15 pm

    Toni, I feel I know you so much better now!
    I, too, was very close to my Oma (mother’s mother) who almost single handedly raised me for the first five years of my life while my mother commuted weekly to New York to work in the garment district as a pattern maker and my father began his university teaching career.
    Reading your narrative makes me want to tell mine…though it would be hard to find the joyous or the funny.
    Thanks for sharing!

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  • Luneige Pampanelli February 13, 2017 at 1:08 pm

    Beautiful!

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