
So I am planning on blogging more about my great grandmother. Hopefully blogs on most of my family will come. Anyway, my great-grandma currently lives in a nursing home. She has told me all kinds of stories about how life was in Paris many years ago...
My grandma began high school when she was 11 in 1930 and graduated when she was 15. Once when eating with her at the nursing home, she told me about a man she knows who lives in the same nursing home. He, his wife, another married couple, and my great-grandma carpooled to New York city together when my grandma was 17. At least I think that's what I remember her saying. The man in the nursing home now has no idea who my grandma is.
Now, for some sociology: do you ever think that people in old pictures look older than they should be? I mean, looking through old yearbooks, don't you think that people appear older? Did they act older? Was it just because of how they dressed and cared for themselves? Did their more difficut lives force them to grow up quickly?. .
I am the same age that my grandma was when she took a road trip to New York eighty-three years ago. She split the cost of the trip with her friends and the entire, one-week trip cost her $19. This summer I am going to New York with over fifty of my friends. The trip is carefully fund-raised, carefully planned, and carefully supervised. I am paying much more than $19 to go too.
Would my parents let me drive to New York with five of my friends? Would yours? hmm... When I go to New York this summer, I will be thinking about how times have changed. I will also take my grandma's advice: "You can't work all the time. Make sure you have some fun."



