My grandmother was an old lady when I was born. I’m sure we all believe our grandmothers are ancient and always have been. Mine was in her seventies by the time I entered the world. Like the grandmother in Confessions of April Grace, Grandma wore handmade, floral-print, cotton dresses. Every morning after she was dressed, she put on an overall apron, a soft cardigan, and she never failed to tuck a colorful, cotton hankie into the sleeve.