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Gray Heels

November 24, 2012 by D. A. Wolf 12 Comments

She smiles amiably as we meet again and she kisses me on both cheeks. She is dressed impeccably in a suit with a smartly cinched jacket and tailored pants.

“Vous êtes plus grande que moi aujourd’hui,” I say, remarking that she is taller than I am. At least, for the moment. She is not a big woman. In fact, she’s trim and tiny, barely five foot one.

I glance down and see she is wearing two-tone pumps that match her suit. The heels are fine and tapered. Three inches, easily. And I am reminded that she is an elegant woman, head to toe. As usual, I am admiring of the self she seems to preserve no matter what. And I am happy to see her.

We laugh as she slips out of her shoes and I find myself standing next to an 84-year old woman who is now slightly smaller than myself. I step out of my own heels – also three inches – and the two of us are standing at the threshold of the kitchen, giggling like girls as she hugs me.

In stocking feet, she is taller by an inch.

The day proceeds tenderly and pleasantly, though she repeats questions every few minutes, forgetting she’s asked and forgetting the answer. Then hours go by when that doesn’t occur and the rhythms of the afternoon and evening are about ingredients and timing and tasting and more laughter.

There is talk over dialect or patois, a flurry of words and expressions and memories of her parents and grandparents, and what she retains of everything before age 40 is considerable. She speaks of another era; to me it is history and to her, this is a set of accessible and lively recollections.

* * *

In its higher pitched tonalities, in its pleasurable pronouncements, in its lighthearted consumption, in its subtleties I cannot pinpoint in my mother tongue,  I feel it again – the love for this language that warms and brightens me. Of course I also feel the itch – the itch to travel back to a place where I am at home though I am a stranger, a place where women in their twenties and their forties and even their eighties are freer to be themselves in certain ways. In other ways of course, there are conventions to follow.

There are always conventions to follow.

But these are the models I hold in both memory and dream: women who select a scarf with care and gold accessories to set off fine wrists and thin fingers; an armoire that houses a wardrobe of well-worn staples; a single drawer containing brooches and bracelets and treasured squares of silk.

The rules concern quality, not quantity. And here, there is no contradiction in having an opinion and feeling feminine.

This is the France of my accessible recollections, decades later. I wonder if I would feel the same were I to install myself again and stay for any period of time. I wonder if I would still feel welcome. We may of necessity abandon the homes of our heart, and retain them if we are lucky. Occasionally, our homes abandon affection for our presence. Or perhaps it is tolerance. Too many years have passed since the commitment to return.

* * *

We chat over squash soup and harvest salad, then roast turkey and sweet potatoes. There is pumpkin pie for dessert, more laughter over changing shoes and eventually kicking them off, and stories exchanged over espresso and Calvados.

After the meal we walk in the cold and damp, briskly. There are reminiscences of Normandy in winter and the bonnes soeurs before the war, there is coming inside to a relaxing night which eventually turns into pajamas that replace the walking clothes that replaced suits and skirts.

Elastics are searched out to pull back hair – hers is long and silver and satiny; my own is somewhat shorter, and still dark with the help of a little coloring for the creeping gray.

She washes her face. I wash my face. And there are kisses on both cheeks before sleeping, there is coffee in the morning, there are the repeated questions and answers and stories and equally, the clarity of her laughter which is reassuring. These are lessons in aging and timelessness.

In the afternoon, the suit goes back on as do the heels. I put on my own heels as well though this time ankle boots with black jeans and a gray sweater. I like that our attire is compatible, that we are compatible, that she is – to me – the quintessential French woman.

There is a stop at the local market for Cabernet and Brie, for apples and spinach, for milk and yogurt, for fresh bread and a small baguette. I take her arm and we walk down the corridor like girls along a French ruelle. As we unpack the groceries in her kitchen she points out the pictures taped to the wall that help contain the memories: she names her husband, her children, her grandchildren, her friends.

Soon more photographs will join these. Even if the names go missing, the faces are familiar and loving.

The smile returns as I comment again on how chic she is, admiring her shoes one last time.

There are hugs and I feel her strength. There are kisses on both cheeks and I feel her tenderness. Her skin is soft and sweet. We say au revoir, until we meet again.

 

 

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Comments

  1. Walker Thornton says

    November 24, 2012 at 4:21 pm

    How wonderful are memories. You pay this woman a great tribute.

    Reply
  2. paul says

    November 24, 2012 at 8:23 pm

    Don’t miss seeing Amour (Hencke) this December. Family and relationships.

    Reply
  3. Naptimewriting says

    November 25, 2012 at 2:30 am

    This is a lovely and sensuous post. Thank you for the evocative details.

    Reply
  4. Shelley says

    November 25, 2012 at 5:55 am

    Sounds like a lovely woman to have as a friend.

    Reply
  5. Deb says

    November 25, 2012 at 7:48 am

    This is just lovely. How fortunate to have a regal older woman in your life. I spent some time yesterday with my 85 year old aunt. Her life is rich and full because she is kind, caring and full of love. What fantastic roles models.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      November 25, 2012 at 9:37 am

      They are fantastic role models, Deb. So true. And we can learn much by listening to their stories and trying to preserve them, not to mention their examples of living fully and also, reasonably.

      Reply
  6. François Roland says

    November 25, 2012 at 8:52 am

    “I wonder if I would still feel welcome.”

    At least be sure that I’d welcome you! 🙂 You love our country so much, and speak so learnedly and wittily of it! 🙂
    This French grandmother is full of charm! They often are. And yes that’s a true French woman, never renouncing a single tiny bit of her femininity, but having this wisdom of still being going along with her age.

    This loss of instant memory though, … that’s what is a bit frightening to me. My own mother starts to have them more and more and it goes from being incapable to memorize what you just said to her, to completely forbidding what happened or who came visiting her home the previous day. It doesn’t forbid the old memory to be there but it clearly makes you someone who can’t deal anymore with some important daily things of life like paperwork etc…

    Anyway, thanks for this refreshing and tender look on this French woman friend of yours.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      November 25, 2012 at 9:09 am

      Alzheimer’s, François. Mostly good days, mais il y en a qui ne le sont pas.

      Reply
  7. Barbara says

    November 25, 2012 at 9:18 am

    What a rich visit. It felt like reading an excerpt from the likes of “Gifts from the Sea” only French style. Rich with affection, foods, memories, sauntering and shoes. Yummy.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      November 25, 2012 at 9:29 am

      “Gifts from the Sea.” Oh, I haven’t thought of that book in years. Lovely, Barbara. (Hope you enjoyed your holiday!)

      Reply
  8. Wolf Pascoe says

    November 25, 2012 at 8:28 pm

    What a beautiful, beautiful face.

    Reply
  9. Lisa says

    November 27, 2012 at 11:34 am

    What a delightful encounter! I hope I’m still wearing 3 inch heels when I’m 84 years old! Whoever she is, she sounds like wonderful company.

    Reply

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