This is my mom's mom in her mink in the late 1950's. That's my sister Jean admiring her. I was hiding behind Peg. My dad was probably trying to get a picture of her alone. Jean and I never wanted to leave her alone. She meant so much to both of us. We loved being at her house. She was our respite away from my parents house, which by the time this photo was taken, was full of 'little kids'. Jean eventually became the eldest of nine. I was second born.
Peg was a grammar school teacher. She was probably still working when this was taken. What a wonderful house she had. I can walk through the rooms in my mind. She had a walk-in pantry and an enclosed back porch. She had soft fluffy beds, Venetian blinds, wood floors and a davenport. There was an attic and a basement, crystal doorknobs, drafts, tiny black and white bathroom tiles, an ice box and out back--- big trees, squirrels and an alley. Granny Peg's house was spack dab in the middle of the city. My parents lived in the burbs.
On weekend jaunts the three of us took the 79th Street Express Bus all the way downtown to Marshall Fields. We hung out at the Elizabeth Arden counter. I can still smell the face powder and red lipstick. We had great lunches in the Garden Room, and then ate as many as we wanted Fannie Mae Mint Meltaways for dessert. Later, back at Granny's house we ate lots of Fannie Mae Turtles while watching the Telly, (TV) propped up like queens in quilts and flannels furnished by our loving granny.
My mom is in the middle, on her left is Grandma Angie, my dad's mom and Peg is on her right. There was always a baby or toddler nearby. Both my grandma's were in our lives throughout our childhood.