My grandmother is rolling out a practice of dropping on her behalf means house from Bridge Club. Her latest tumble happened while she had been holding a case saturated in fresh fruits; as her body hit the pavement her valuable cargo went catapulting in to the atmosphere. Sitting upright in the ny sidewalk, her small frame post-fall that is shaking she just had two concerns for passersby: “Is my fruit bruised? ” and “Can you call my hubby? ”
Particular individual characteristics merely can’t withstand the test of the time — the accuracy of our eyesight, the potency of our bones, the synchronicity of our limbs. But we often tend to grow even stronger in our convictions as we grow seemingly weaker on the outside, my grandparents have demonstrated that, internally. My grandmother’s human body can be fighting the adversary of the time, but her adoration for my grandfather (and fruits) stays an ally. Love, this indicates, can age very well.
The ways love transforms over time, and their thoughts about all things romance-related today with that in mind, I spoke to three women over the age of 70 to hear about the first time they fell in love. Their knowledge has both prompted and resonated beside me — all three views are greatly various, and yet rich with history, emotion and nostalgia. Continue reading