It is hard to write about Tenny. I try to only say nice things about people in here, and it's hard for me to have many nice things to say. Tenny showed her love through criticism- or at least that is how I have chosen to understand her criticism of me. Although I cannot imagine that she didn't love me, it was hard to feel loved by her. My relationship with her, while not complicated, was distant. She had a hard time showing love or sometimes even being kind. If you know my dad, you would have a hard time believing that someone so demonstrative and affectionate came from Tenny.
Here are the good things I can say: She was fiercely independent. She was never bound by other people's expectations or rules. In a time where many women married, stayed home, and had children, she got a college degree, married, had children, and worked. I think she tried to stay home and be a "wife" to my grandpa, but she never felt fulfilled by that. She traveled the world, sometimes for work and sometimes for pleasure. She raised 3 children to be productive members of society, and they went on to marry and have children of their own. She never thought of herself as "old," and up until the end she found ways to get out and keep busy. She liked to shop, and would buy my kids little treats when she could- we have a huge collection of crazy hats that mean I don't have to do any planning or shopping when "crazy hat day" comes at camp.
|Charlotte talking to Alexandra. My grandparents' wedding picture is next to them.|
|Charlotte channeling her inner Tenny. She later sashayed across the room making the jewelry rattle.|
|Gray Kitty got in on the action|