Thursday, June 05, 2008

Grandmothers and the internets

My grandmother never flew on an airplane, much less did anything else that would be considered completely normal today.

Never wore pants.

Had 14 kids and as far as I know, never entered a hospital.

Never drove.

Never really learned to read or write.

Honestly, I don't even think she knew what Tylenol was.
I know,
it makes my head spin, too.

So she wouldn't have the faintest clue about how this
Fundraiser for Bri came to be.

I can just hear her say...."Che cosa è il Internet?" Or "Chi è Bri?"

In my last post, I offered to donate the proceeds of my next Etsy sale to Bri, who is battling breast cancer. Within hours of that post, one of my sushi sets was purchased, paid for, packaged and mailed to Jai and Bee from Jugalbandi. As soon as I shipped it, I forwarded the proceeds to Bri.

It's an amazing fundraiser for an amazing woman. I wish
I could have done more. And as some of you might know, my own sister in law is battling cancer right now, too. Check out Trekking for Debbie to read more.

What's up with all the cancer?

Which brings me back to my grandmother, who by the way, had breast cancer among other things when she died at age 91.

She would have been amazed at the rapidity of the fundraiser. Amazed that the internets (thanks GWB) connects all of us together on this planet. Amazed that someone from Belgium or Beijing can read this blog. Forget about being able to instant message each other, that would have blown her mind.

Well, come to think of it, it sort of freaked her out that I was a woodworker. I know she was secretly proud, but modestly wondered why I chose that field. She never really had a clue that women could do the things we do today.


bee said...

got it today, jamie, and it's absolutely beautiful. thank you.

Sister Creek Potter said...

I remember my grandmother's wood burning kitchen stove. I also remember, but from a bit later time her gas range up on legs. A big kitchen with a table in the middle of the room with a bowl of spoons in the middle of it. Gay