Eleven - Nineteen - Nineteen Eleven. That was my grandmother's birthday. Or today, 102 years ago. As a child I believed there was some hidden meaning that her birthday was the same backward and forwards.
If people had thought she was into witchcraft because of it, nothing would have pleased her more. She did dress as a witch every year. She did pass away on Halloween (20 years ago.) She did give my brother and I as many bourbon balls as we wanted every Christmas. Maybe that last one is just awesome not scary.
I challenged myself to learn something new about Holly Guthrie Dunaway as a way to celebrate her 102nd birthday. Without my mom I knew that would be difficult. I'm sure there's a LOT I don't know; but I also feel like I knew her pretty well. I was lucky enough to see her almost daily growing up.
All the "new" stuff to me comes from the diary and she and my grandfather kept during the first year of their marriage. So I looked up her birthday...
We shopped some in Houston this morning and left about noon. Stopped in Beaumont and saw Oscar and Mrs. Buck. Shopped in Beaumont. Finally got to Lake Charles, LA after drinking beer all the way. Are staying at the Charleston Hotel. Howardy gave me a real pretty night gown for my birthday. I'm 23.
Happy Birthday Grandma! I hope they have bourbon balls wherever you are!