My Grandma A. She is my hero. She is a free spirit, living in a renovated chicken coop in the hills of Northern California. When she’s out in public, she sports leotards and skirts (only the good-for-spinning kind). When she’s at home, she prefers to be au naturel. She’s followed every dietary restriction under the sun, before it was cool. She always has fresh flowers in her hair and smells like patchouli and tea tree oil all the time.
When touring our venue for the first time, we found a little camping spot next to the river and exclaimed, “This spot would be perfect for Grandma A!!” to which the innkeeper replied, “No, no, we don’t want any grandmas camping.” We all laughed and tried our best to explain that Grandma A’s preference is to camp, and in fact she does it better than most. Grandma A has played the auto-harp for longer than I’ve been alive, and wrote and recorded an album called Grandma A Springs a Leak years ago, featuring the song “Wild Child” written about her first grandbaby, me! As a hobby, she used to wear period clothing and play auto-harp on the streets of Old Town Columbia, California, which can only be described as the best throwback town ever. Gold mining still reigns supreme, one can only cross town on foot or horse and carriage, many people are dressed up…not actors, but people looking to keep the 1850s alive.
Me, BM E, Grandma A, and MOH N in our favorite city, San Francisco (personal picture)