“Do you have any trips coming up?” Maga asked.
I detailed some of my upcoming trips (over and over).
“It’s quite a time for travel,” Maga said. “People move around a lot and you go see each other hither and yon.”
It took a minute to contain my laughter, but once I did, I focused the conversation on my upcoming family related trip because she’d know all the names and faces and I hoped she’d be able to grasp the conversation more easily than she had been.
“I’ll be staying with [Sister J] and will able to see [Brother G] and his family, as they’ll be on the East Coast looking at colleges for [Niece M].”
“It’s a good idea to look the scene over before deciding.”
“You got it, Maga!” I’d gotten her attention and figured I’d push it. “How did you decide to go to Wellesley?”
“Well, I knew I wanted to go to a women’s college, so I looked around at some of those. I don’t know…” She trailed off. I waited for her to pick up the thread. “You know I don’t know how I decided on it, but I’m so glad I did. It’s so beautiful. Have you ever been there?”
“I have, actually, and I agree with you. It’s a lovely campus.”
“There’s a lake there in the middle of everything. It’s so attractive and adds a lot of the campus.”
“It does. My college had a lake at one of the entrances and it was such a welcoming site.”
“What year did you graduate?”
“1999. Woah, that was…20 years ago? What? No, no, no, wait. That was high school. 2003. That’s when I graduated.”
“That’s still quite a long time ago.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Time sure does fly. It does not sit still for long.”
As a 98yo, I suspect she knows a thing or two about time and its passage.
Abigail Mumford 