Historic Preservation VI

I saw my grandmother transform, like a stone monument I saw my grandmother, always composed and hardened in her emotions, her role toward me as consoler. Loving, yes, and joyful, but never sorrowful or crying. She never smiles in photographs, at least not fully. I remember her curled knuckles around my shoulders after a scratched knee, or the homesickness of staying overnight, we stayed up … Continue reading Historic Preservation VI