Michael's grandmother died today.
She was born 91 years ago on a farm outside of Galway in Ireland. She worked in a factory in London during the Blitz literally dodging bombs on her way to and from work with a few near misses. She remembered the War in London as the happiest days of her life. She remembered working all day and then partying all night with anyone and everyone like there was no tomorrow (literally).
After the War, she used her savings of about $24 to buy a ticket to the States on the original Queen Mary. She married, and was widowed after about 12 years of marriage with 3 young children. She raised them herself, a single mom, and a working mom, in the 1950s and 60s. She never married again. She lived the rest of her life in a small house in Elmhurst, Queens.
All her life, she kept a shillelagh behind the door, and kept her Irish brogue to the end.
May she rest in peace.
And she might appreciate this little reminder of her happy youth in a dangerous and exciting time: