Hattie K. Feldman

1883 – 1963

My grandmother was a pretty spirited woman. What I remember most about her were her wonderful dinner parties. She loved to have company and entertain. After dinner, the tradition in those days was for the women to go into the living room while the men stayed around the table and talked about important stuff, like politics. But my grandmother was very smart and would read anything and everything in sight. So, she never accompanied the women into the living room. She stayed with the men and took great delight in challenging them. And, she was usually right. In her sixties, grandma began to become forgetful. At that time, the word Alzheimer was unknown. The doctors said she was probably having little stokes resulting in dementia. Of course, today we know that was not true. Alzheimer moved through my grandmother at a very slow pace. The last three years of her life, she was bedridden with round the clock nurses. It was so very painful seeing her like that – someone so vibrant and alive – and then had no awareness of where she was or who she was with. My grandma died when she was eighty years old. At that time, it was a blessing.