Grandma sold real estate. I have mentioned it to some of you before, but my family on my mother's side was hip deep in the real estate business. She even had her own agency for a while; I distinctly remember going to the office there and enjoying playing with the office supplies and typing on the typewriters way on back in the 80s. My memory of anything before I was 20 is completely hazy - I have a terrible memory - and that's getting right frustrating right now. I can remember settings... I can remember small physical details about every room in the house my grandparents lived in most of my life. I remember that she'd read to me when I'd have to stay over because my dad was on a 6 month "cruise" for the Navy and my mom was at the Thalhimer's selling fine jewelry. As I got older, first my sullen teenagerdom, and then my big plans got in the way of being able to see that it would have been good to try to talk to grandma more, to try to draw her out and enjoy her company. Or maybe I didn't understand until recently the fundamental things about life, like sometimes your elders really have been through a bunch of things you might be interested to hear about and they might be interested to tell you.
Hopefully this weekend sparks more memories for me, and reveals a little more about who she was, before things started to go poorly.