My grandmother Daisy was always an old lady to me; perhaps because she was around 65 when I was born. I could never imagine her ever being young.
Why did I think she was old? She wasn't particularly wrinkled and never seemed to look any older.
Maybe it was because she always walked with a stick, the legacy of a broken hip in her 40s which never healed properly.
She was a tall woman, always standing erect, using her walking stick to maintain her balance.
Looking at photos I can see a distinct resemblance between my mother and Daisy and her mother Hannah.
She always wore glasses and was always well dressed. I can’t remember ever seeing her in pyjamas (or nightie) and dressing gown with her hair dishevelled, but I must have at some time.
What colour were her eyes? I don’t remember, but I imagine they were blue because her father was Swedish.
Her face was covered in soft peach fuzz and sometimes I notice in the mirror that I am developing the same look and I remind myself that I am nearing the age she was when she first became a grandmother.
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