She had a purple tablecloth.
Purple was her favorite color. Mine, too.
All my life, up until this year when I added yellow. Yellow -- my other grandma's favorite color. These ended up my favorites somehow, too. I'm not sure if she remembers the yellow. I asked her about it once. My Irish Grandma, I thought you loved green. But yellow suits you. Sunny and warm and constantly making me laugh. She never talked about it after that.
Purple grandma did. That's where I get it from. All this talking about favorite colors.
Purple everywhere. Purple jewelry, purple clothes. What else was purple? Now I can't remember.
Purple grandma. Greek grandma, ready to embrace my Pa Pou's Greek culture and his antics that went along with it. I try to remember the purple tablecloth. To this day, I am certain she made the best spanakopita and grape leaves and baklava. I can still taste them, though as a little girl leaves of any kind were hard to swallow.
When you think of people do you think of favorite colors?
Do you have a "purple tablecloth" story?
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