Wednesday Whims...What Would Grandma Think?

My grandma is turning 90 today! Although the life expectancy of the human race has increased greatly over the past few decades, I daresay, this milestone is one still seen by few and I was sitting yesterday thinking about what all Grandma must have seen change in her lifeteime. She was born in 1922. That alone is enough for one to take pause and ponder...She witnessed the Great Depression, lived through World War II, remembers Korea and Viet Nam, saw her one room school house transform into a brick building encasing twelve grades and modern facilities, watched as roller skates turned into roller blades, saw a man land on the moon, and I can't even begin to name the technological advances she's witnessed and daresay understands little of.

Grandma doesn't have internet, cable, or a cell phone. She wouldn't know what to do with a text if she saw one and I'm not even sure she understands eight track tapes don't exist anymore. And although she loves to read, I'm quite certain a Kindle is a thing of science fiction to her.

And the things she could read on that Kindle...Should I go there? Oh yes, I should...OMG!

My grandmother is quite the traditionalist. I'm sure in her time naughty words were unheard of in all but the most underground of literature and romance has come a long stretch since the days where sex was implied and only between two married people. Grandma knows I write, she's just not exactly privy to what. In fact, when my  mother first discovered what it was I was busy pecking away at on my keyboard she laughed and told me that just a few weeks prior Grandma had thrown a handful of Harlequin romances in the furnace and burned them up because she couldn't believe how dirty they were. And I'm quite sure she obtained them from the local thrift market and they were about 20 years old...dear Lord what would she think of something published only yesterday? I can't imagine what she'd think of my Doms and their subs. Or the blatant way I describe body parts. Or the fact unmarried individuals go at it like rabbits and sometimes with more than one partner...at a time.

Then I laugh and recall the whispered conversations among the females in our family over doing Sunday dishes, the giggling and cryptic ways these foremothers described sex and the male anatomy. I have to wonder. Just how much of the tossing of the books is a farce designed to make us all believe Grandma doesn't read in secret and dispose of the evidence....

I adore you Grandma and whether you do or don't read "that stuff" you helped instill in me a love of books. Thank you...and happy birthday. Here's some mature eye candy just for you...