June 26, 2009
Yesterday I received an email from my grandmother. My Italian grandmother. Her emails, depicting country life in France, are simply delighful. Reading them in the furnace of Jaipur, I feel my skin tickle with freshness.
Here is my favorite part, because I cannot resist:
“This morning, it was jam, jam, jam… So far I have made 4 jars of raspberry jelly and 8 jars of redcurrant. Seeding was quite a task, let me tell you.”
Her French is from another era. To say that she is sad about something she writes “This did make my heart ache.”
Her opening lines are wonderful: “Hello my lovely bee”
And her goodbyes always imply her superiority over some unidentified concurrent: “I love you more more more“.
Her emails’ typography is highly extravagant, with vast blanks, sentences cut in the middle, different colors and a parcimonious, yet delicious, use of smileys. Yesterday I got this one:
To say that I adore my grandmother would be a wild understatement: I worship her!
Have a good weekend.