My grandma dressed in fashionable Western clothes and wore her hair in a beehive during the 1960s. She spent her income on chocolates and countless pairs of silk stockings, silk stockings being a luxury item at the time. My grandma thought that being a secretary was the ideal job for a woman, because she thought that secretaries were glamourous.
She thought that red was the prettiest colour, and she hated the colour black. The colour silver was not good enough to her; she deserved gold.
When we went to grandma’s place, there was always an open box of chocolates, which she encouraged us to eat. My grandma sometimes made us a sweet, peanut, dessert soup that tasted like liquid peanut butter. However, she wasn’t always a good cook. Her version of “spaghetti” was fried pasta noodles with ketchup. But she made it for us, because my sister and I liked spaghetti.
Whenever I was bored, I could pore over her National Geographic collection, which she subscribed to for many years. My grandma was smart. She could do lightning-fast mental arithmetic and made sure people didn’t shortchange her. She was literate in English and Chinese, and she learned French and Japanese.
In her later years, my grandma started to forget, and became more depressed and silent. She started having trouble counting. When someone told her that I was her granddaughter, she told them they were crazy. She started losing her appetite, so we gave her Ensure or Boost meal replacement, in chocolate flavour.
My grandmother was 87 when she passed away in her sleep on the morning of January 1st, New Year’s Day. My grandma was a diva, and she was fabulous.