Braids

My paternal grandmother was short and round, with long silvery gray hair that she wore in a simple bun at the back of her neck. She wore conservative tailored ladies clothing, a lot of that brand with the golden lion head motif. I didn't really see her that often, because we lived far away. She was very nice and spoiled us with clothes and toys. She dressed us up and took us to visit with the coffee ladies. She died when I was eleven. I remember her as quite dignified, well groomed, with the perfect close-mouthed smile, petite chin and pretty cheeks.

I have this visual memory of seeing her one day, outside, maybe tending the rose bush, with her hair in long white braids, hanging down either side of her head, behind her ears. It was like looking at one of those holographic valentines, that alternates between miley cyrus and hannah montana- but with Grandma of course, in long white braids by the roses.

I didn't understand why an old lady like Grandma was wearing her hair in little girl braids. Her hair was always in a bun- always. I see this visual memory often now, with her hair in braids. Sometimes I remember her long hair out, brushed smooth, before bedtime. My hair is long enough for two braids. I tried it , and am maybe starting to understand.

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