Happy Birthday PoPo!

My grandmother turns 95 today. And I am struck by awe that she has experienced over nine decades on this planet. Born just after the first decade of the previous century, my grandmother has lived on two continents, in three countries, speaking an amalgam of three different languages/dialects. She raised nine children and has not only several grandchildren but a few great-grandchildren as well.

I think about what my grandmother's life must have been like, especially living as a young woman with several young children in Jamaica. I can't even fathom being in her position--not just because this was before the days of washing machines and dish washers (at least for my family living in Kingston in the 1940s) but because the choices available to her were limited to a degree that I've never felt myself.



Happy Birthday PoPo! To a woman of great strength and courage, who has done a remarkable job raising her family to be strong, independent individuals. Thank you.