“Those Were the Days…”

Tonight, I talked with my grandma for about an hour. She’s 90, and she and grandfather are living alone in their ranchhouse with surprisingly little outside help. I could fill the Internet with her escapades. She grew up in San Antonio in the 20’s and 30’s and the movers and shakers of the day were family friends, and she often tells me stories of her interactions with them—the parties, the balls, the afternoon teas, the dirty politics (yes, even then!), and the effects of the depression, including the diaspora that resulted to this group of people due to their reversals in fortune.