Two Lessons
Grandma: Did you know I marched on Washington with Martin Luther King?
Granddaughter: Woah. I didn’t!
Grandma: I took the bus down from White Plains - your grandfather threw a kinipchin fit about that.
Grandma: About how I took a bus ride to Washington by myself. In the dead of night.
Grandpa: What do I care if you took the bus? It’s a miracle you get on a bus.
Grandma: Well, I was traveling alone as a very attractive young girl.
Grandpa: This is true. I grant you that. [winks]
Grandma: And so I got there, and walked straight to the Washington Monument, and I marched. I marched arm-in-arm with perfect strangers. And I kept at it until I fainted.
Grandpa: You didn’t faint.
Grandma: I came very close.
Grandma: I kept at it through a pouring rainstorm.
Grandpa: A monsoon, I’m sure.
Grandma: It was a rainstorm and I can prove it.
[regards the ocean out the window]
I had a beautiful green alligator handbag - what I thought was an alligator handbag - and I was out on the United States Capitol steps and I looked down and all down the front of my dress was green ink. A green mess. Awful! Can you imagine?
Grandma: There are two lessons here, Bessie.
Grandma: No matter what happens, keep walking. My Zeder always said that if the earth is cracking behind you right up to your heels, you keep going. Nothing’s as important as moving forward.
Granddaughter: What’s the second lesson?
Grandma: Never. Buy. Fake. Anything.
[All three regard the ocean out the window]