My grandmother’s hairpiece was the usual “bun” that so many gray haired senior ladies had in those days. Grandma was what I called her. I had a Nanny too, but she lived two blocks from me in an apartment behind where the cars parked. She didn’t have a car I don’t think. I think that Grandma had a car that was always parked in front of her house.

Grand Ma was almost always dressed in white. That was my expectation and it almost always was just so. This had to do with her work as a nurse I suppose.

Because I can’t remember her actually arriving to where I lived in a car, I guess she must have had one even though I don’t remember being in it. I suppose that when she came across town to my house she either took the bus or got a ride from someone or drove. Probably she drove.

As a kid in those days I never wondered if she did anything in particular. Her job was working as a nurse. My job was being a kid.

Her head had this round “bun” of gray hair in a doorknob shape. I bet she wouldn’t have liked me to grab it and turn it.

My Nanny would ask me how I was doing in school. Grandma Dacey didn’t ask me any questions that I can remember. But she was alright and I liked visiting her because she had almost always just made angel food cake right before I would visit her. Usually slices of strawberries were on the side and top placed into the frosting, which was white. The sink drain board in the tiny kitchen was where the special treat would be placed, on a big platter.

Grandma was my father’s mother I was told. I can’t say that I remember them being very close as I grew. I guess that they were close, but I didn’t see them visiting much, if at all. Eventually Grandma Dacey had her brother Joe living with her. He didn’t talk to me ever, it seems to me.

Anyway, I don’t know what I would have to say to them. Probably at Christmas when Grandma gave me a shirt or something I would thank her very much.

Because I am now older than my Grandma ever lived to be it may explain why I don’t remember much of her, except the angle food cake. And the bun and the white dress. But I wonder if anybody in that side of the family was as uninterested in my as it seems to me upon thinking about it.

My nanny used to offer me a candy sometimes when I visited. Paper wrapped butterscotch candy. It wasn’t my favorite but it really reminds me of Nanny.

I think it is fair to say that different grand mothers and nannys are tossed out to kids just like different grandchildren are tossed out to the parents of our mothers and fathers. Obviously. Some kids probably ask a ton of questions to grandmothers and some don’t. Somebody was shy. Somebody is shy. Hell, they all may be shy.

I don’t think that I ever asked grandma how she liked her work. But, after she died and her house was sold, she left me $2,000 which I used to buy a used 1957 TR3 sports car. A red one. If she had asked me I could have told her that that car was just the car I wanted.

So thank you very much Grandma. I had a wonderful time with it in those days. It was perfect. And your angel food cake was great too.


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