Update: My awesome niece sent this photo of my grandparents at their wedding. It still hangs in their forever house, where my oldest brother and his family still live.
Lots of life changes for me over the last several months so I haven’t been posting too much, except y’know on my usual obsessions of art, food, music, New Orleans.
Also I communicate *ALOT* on twitter, and I’m not sure why my twitter feed isn’t working on this site right now. Something to figure out on another day. But here’s what I’ve been up to today:
- Texting with my older flower niece on the recent death of her pet hedgehog who was taken too young.
- Texting with a friend regarding his grandfather’s latest health issue and impending need to go into a nursing home.
- Texting with a different friend regarding his sister’s recent fall in the French Quarter.
- G-Chat harassing my cousin/younger-sister-designate.
- Tweet conversations with various friends in real life & online only from New Orleans to Dublin (Ireland that is).
- Communicating with still another friend about home improvement, company recommendations and his purchase of a linen suit (via text, twitter DM, and twitter).
The linen suit conversation made me think of my Pop who died in 1974; he was my mother’s father. So here’s a series of tweets that I sent out:
- My grandparents were married in 1938 when they were both over 30 (OLD)! They couldn’t be married at St. Stephen’s b/c my Pop was protestant.
- So they were married in the front room of Mamere’s house on Camp St. Pop were a bright white linen suit and Mamere wore a brown dress…
- She was considered too old to wear a white dress that was for “young” brides.If that house on Camp ever comes up for sale, I want it…
- My great-grandmother sold it in the 1950s. There have only been 2 owners since, I think. Thanks for reading
- My final thought on Pop’s white linen suit; years later he GLOWS in the photo and the rest is fading. My Mamere thought this was funny. #fin
Oh and I’m working too. AND avoiding typing up performance reviews…