Claude Monet captured the celebration beautifully, yes?
And today is also the birthday of my grandmother. Born in 1889, Martha chose to marry Benedikt, against the wishes of her family, and they came to the USA in 1912. Their first son, my father, was born in December of 1914.
My Gramma, as we all called her, was a beautiful woman, a wonderful human being. She passed in August of 1983....
If not for her, I would not exist.
So, today, I do not celebrate 'all things French', but look back to my childhood days, spent with my beloved 'Gramma'.
