January 6, 2009
I have more of my paternal grandmother in me than previously suspected. I retain knowledge and skills she imparted to me such as the correct form of address for the head of state in any country and the ability to walk up and down stairs with books on my head. I can even curtsey with books (or a pint glass) on my head. Until going through my knitting pattern collection today, I hadnít realized I was such a packrat, saving anything that might someday be useful. And in mass quantity. My fear of her Hoover Room seems to be fading.