January 27th is the anniversary of the birth of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (January 27, 1756 – December 5, 1791). To me, Mozart is the greatest composer the world has ever seen, but I keep hoping for a reincarnation. He died prematurely and the world has been pining ever since. I am a great fan of Baroque music and Mozart is king. Nothing sets my mood to mellow like Herr M. I believe the music he composed is based on sacred geometry and that is why it soothes the brain like it does. Pure genius.
Coincidentally, this is also the birth date of my maternal grandmother Alice, born in 1895. A sweet woman with the piping voice of a small bird, she passed away at the age of 91. A full life by any standard.
I read recently that when a female fetus grows in the womb, all the eggs for her future reproduction are fully formed at that time. Therefore, when my mother was gestating in my grandmother, essentially half of me came into being as well. Many generations as one, a beautiful thought.
The memories I have of my grandmother are treasured and I still miss her. She taught me to knit when I was very young and I have never forgotten the skill. She knit in all her free time, donating baby sweater sets to the local hospital gift shop and supplying several generations with knitted sweaters, mittens, slippers and afghans. My baby boys wore her sweaters and they are put away for the next generation. I don’t have any good photos of her as I carry her in my heart, but I have a snapshot taken nearly thirty years ago at my wedding with her in the background . She wears a contented smile and seems to bless the union. Happy Birthday, Gramma!