ust picked up a patient from an assisted living facility. Outside of each resident’s quarters, ( all female in that section from what I could tell) next to the door was a plaque with a little history about the person, and an 8X10 photo from when they were younger adults. All the photos shared several elements; ballgowns, makeup, pearls and old Hollywood class.
All very Garbo and Bacall.
I want to live long enough to see that place when the selfie generation is living there.
“Gramma, what are you doing in that picture?”
“That’s called a kegstand, sweetie.”
“Gramma, why are your lips all pushed out like that?”
“That’s how we posed back then, dear.”
“Gramma, what’s 420 mean?
“Ask your mom.”