They survived child birth before c-sections, marriage before divorce, cancer before Susan G., and came out smiling with cookies, gifts, and unforgettable amounts of love. While we're certain to inherit aspects of our DNA and personalities from our grandmothers, the influence of their legacies is just as far reaching.
With the passing of my third grandmother last week (I was lucky enough to have 3!), I'm remembering the conversations, trips we took, and style queues I got from each of them. Since this blog is titled after my 1st grandmother's sofa, I thought it was time to post a photo of the infamous Red Davenport:
It could be said I learned more sitting on this red davenport than I learned in math class:
The red bench at the foot of my bed belonged to my other grandmother, Francis, who had a similar taste for red furniture:
I can only imagine my three grandmothers in heaven laughing till their stomachs hurt, partying like they did as teenagers, and having the time of their lives!