Eddie wishes he had more time with Gram Krut. “I just didn’t have very much time with her,” my 7-year-old said at the news of his great-grandmother’s passing just shy of her 101st birthday.
For Eddie, Gram Krut was that nice old lady we’d visit in that place where the Amish’s horsedrawn buggies shared the road with our SUV. She was the smiling, quiet woman who’d in recent years keep a watchful eye on our extended family’s holiday festivities from a perch on the sofa, share some candy or treat, and then head to bed ahead of him.
In years to come, Eddie and my other sons will learn that Gram Krut was a wonder. She inspired with her can-do-ness, her go-forwardness. She’d lived through World War I, World War II, the Depression, Prohibition, the Vietnam War, hippy days, women’s lib, the Cold War, the Wall falling, booms, busts, TV’s start, computers’ start, the Internet’s start. Holy lord a century is remarkable….