Letter to a Grandmother
ALAN writes:
Dear Grandma,
Many years have gone by since we last spoke. I remember that you were always there at home every day of my life; well, at least until I got to be seven years old, when you went away through no choice of your own.
I remember that my mother asked our good friend Betty to look after me for several hours on that day in 1957. You and Grandpa are pictured in a photograph from 1945 that I keep on my bookshelves, and I have often talked to you there.
I know that in the 1930s-‘40s, you and my mother enjoyed listening to Kay Kyser’s radio program and that its theme song was “Thinking of You”. So tonight I am thinking of you, Grandma.
I miss you terribly and I miss any chance to express to you the gratitude that seven-year-old boys are too young to understand.
Any number of things prompt me to remember you, from Christmas photographs to flowers in the back yard, from the unbearable heat of summer days to the night in 1956 when we watched television news reports about the sinking of the Andrea Doria. The Homer Laughlin “Tulips in a Basket” chinaware in the cabinet across the room from me reminds me of you and how you chose to use that china only on special occasions.
One evening in 1994 I happened by chance to hear the 1920 song “Love Nest”. Its melody reminded me instantly of the comfort I felt when you sat there with me on nights in the 1950s and we enjoyed the comedy of George and Gracie on “The Burns and Allen Show” on black-and-white TV, for which “Love Nest” was the theme song.
And this offers me a chance to show you an example of how stupid modern Americans have become: You would consider it the nuttiest idea you ever heard—which it is—but modern Americans believe that boys can become girls and men can become women. By contrast, consider the following lines from the Burns and Allen radio show of Jan. 17, 1946. George and Gracie are talking about orchestra leader Meredith Willson and a women’s club called the Beverly Hills Uplift Society. (more…)




