I remember when my mother and her brothers and sister gave my grandmother an automatic dishwasher for Mother’s Day. They were so pleased with themselves, sure that she would be delighted with the time saver, secretly thrilled at the thought they’d never have to wash another dish after a meal at her house. It was on wheels, this shiny new dishwasher, which is what my grandmother liked best about it: she could roll it right into the corner and use it for much-needed extra storage.
Love Grandma!
Me, too! She had a mind of her own, and found her independence in the quietest, staunchest places.