HOW ABOUT GET A JOURNAL YOU LUNATIC?! AFTER YOU FIND GRAM A "NICE RED LIPSTICK"
And I tagged it "Mondays With Meg" because there was no proper category.
My Grandmother will probably be reading this and follow it up with a concerned phone call and I should ban her from reading the site but I frankly don't know how to. Also, I would feel bad. I can't strip her "concerned Grammy title" from her, she's a staple at the senior center. You can't fight that type of power. I need her old people friends to listen to her. She's a force of nature that one. I just have to deal with the criticism "Oh Meg, I read your post. You must not use the word "suck" it's just awful." Yes Gram. "Also, could you send me a nice red lipstick?"
My Gram cracks me up. She really does. I'm writing this with a true bout of insomnia and for whatever reason my Gram is on my mind. If you're reading this then you definitely do or had a Gram. I mean, you're here right?
I have been absolutely hooked on PBS Masterpiece theater's Downton Abbey. If you have missed it you can watch the episodes on PBS.com, give it a shot. The first 3 are a bit to take in BUT by the end of episode 3 you will be absolutely hooked. Really! It is wonderful. Sex, Lies, Romance and a class warfare with so much aristocracy-you're going to love it! The one character that always gives the best lines, Maggie Smith, she's fabulous and she plays the proper yet always speaks her mind, Gram. I think we all have one of those in our houses!
Out of everyone in my family, probably because I am the much eldest grandchild, I am very close to Gram. We're so different but really a lot alike. If the times were different when she was coming up she'd probably be doing a lot of the same as me. She will deny this.
My Gram (at some point I will scan in pictures) was a true beauty. Emerson College (a prestigious private college outside of Boston) offered my Gram a scholarship to go FOR FREE for dramatic arts. She was gorgeous enough to be a movie star. She came from a poor family and when the scholarship was offered her mother said "Peggy is actress enough, she's going to work."
Actresses were not held in high regard back then in Boston, the kings of Boston were the Kennedy's. Gossip was the married Joe Kennedy had been having an affair with the screen siren Gloria Swanson. Swanson was the leading actress of the day and was giving Hollywood Actresses a bad name back on the Eastern Seaboard. My Great-Grandmother was afraid my Gram would head to Hollywood and become a seductress or a woman of loose morals! How exciting!...Well, she didn't think so.
So Gram never went to Hollywood and she says that was just fine by her. I can't imagine ever having someone else decide my fate but it was a different time and I believe she really didn't want the spotlight. It's not like she doesn't speak her mind (unfortunately.)
My entire life, my Gram has been my champion, this much to parents chagrin. When I would get into trouble and they would want to punish me, my Gram would call them and say "Don't you break her spirit!" It was years later, high school maybe, where I had done more then a bit trouble and my parents would call her back "Thanks for the advice! See what not breaking her did!"
Before any move in my life I call and ask her her thoughts. She always answers "Do you like it? Because if you like it! I love it!"
I may be very wrong (not the first time) but sometimes after I see and hang out with my Gram and she is what she calls "talking rag tag" (ONE GLASS OF CHARDONNAY!)
She'll tell me about the times she had a job and how they didn't give her enough time on her lunch break so when no one was looking she'd climb out the window for more of one. Then I think about about all the times I climbed out my window...
She'll tell funny stories but you know SHE'S HAD ONE GLASS OF WINE so I have to take her to bed.
I don't for a second think that she doesn't love the life she's had and her six children and for that I am sometimes jealous. What if the choice was taken out of our hands? What if you were told "NO" to an opportunity and were forced to find happiness in your own backyard? Could you do it if there were no other option? Would life be easier, would it eradicate all of the complications and bring you back to a sweeter and easier time?
I have no idea, my Gram is 85 years old now. Whenever she speaks of it. "Her mother was right." I wouldn't be here if my Great Grandmother didn't squash the thought. Yet, the thought saddens me. I absolutely hate to see any desire or dream burn out.
I had a business dinner tonight with an older man and he had a philosophy on life I never heard before. "Life is tragedy Megan. It is, we all know the sad ending. The sad ending is we are all going to die. No one escapes. It's the ugly truth. Have comedy, make fun, bring joy, do what you want because we all will stop. From the minute we start, it starts ticking back to our end."
I thanked him for the uplifting conversation and ordered the bread pudding with extra whipped cream, and an Irish coffee (go big or go home.)
Then I though about that stupid speech and I thought about my Gram. I know she loves me and I know I horrify her (she finally told her family I got divorced this year...I got divorced three years ago.)
So I want to know, did you give up on your dreams to become "more practical?" did you stop because someone told you to? Are you doing what you are supposed to be doing? What is the best red lipstick to send my Gram?"
From within bottles, jars, compacts and tubes.*