She Was the Only Grandma I Knew

And I really didn’t know her at all

Both of my grandfathers passed away by the time I was five. I have a single memory of one of them, while only sensations and shadows remain of the other. I’ve managed to piece together lazy character sketches of both of them by sifting through faded Kodachromes and filtering details from stories that were selected by my parents to punctuate…