Mutti had several family photographs
on her dresser. She had grouped three of them into one of those hinged frames
with three parts. A picture of her mother on her wedding day, Mutti herself on
the first day of school, and one of me before we left Germany. All three of us
with braids.
In the picture, Grandmother’s were
wrapped in a coronet around her head (I remember Opa saying that when she took
them down she could sit on the ends); Mutti’s were thick and hung to her waist,
mine were looped and tied just above my ears. Each picture had a bit of hair tucked
under the glass at the bottom. Grey in Grandmother’s, brown in Mutti’s and
mine. But Mutti doesn’t have braids any more.
I remember when I was five, looking at
that picture of Grandmother and wondering how long it would take for my hair to
be long enough to sit on. Opa said that he would give me her tortoise shell
combs when I got old enough to wear my hair up. He let me look at them
sometimes in their cardboard box lined with a scrap of red cloth. I couldn’t
remember Grandmother at all; she had died of cancer when I was two, but I
looked at her picture a lot.
If you’re
interested in reading more of the book, it’s available at Sask. Made Market Place in Saskatoon, 1621
8th St E.
I will be at that location
on Saturday, May 24 (along with other producers) for their open house. So drop
by to chat, get a book signed, browse the store, or buy a book.
http://www.saskmade.ca/events/may-days-open-house
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