A Character With Character
Grandmother from my novel isn’t called Nana
Note: this is a blog post version of a book chapter. Thus, I’ve not added section dividers or more photos.
Jemima Cornflower turned to look one more time at the garden she had planted. It was too early for most of the food crops to show if they were growing well since it was only mid-May in upstate New York. She turned back to face the fence that enclosed the space to keep it safe from rabbits, at least, and deer if she was lucky.
She closed the gate on the fence and turned to go into her cabin. She stretched and let the morning sunshine loosen the tight muscles and joints in her 87-year-old body. One of her friends had told her she resembled older actress Vanessa Redgrave, with her tall, straight stature, long dresses,and pulled-back long gray and white hair. The friend added that Redgrave’s facial features made it appear that perhaps she also had an American Indian heritage.
Jemima looked up as she felt more than saw some activity in her driveway. She then spotted an elderly woman walking toward her.
Jemima felt she knew the person approaching her even though she physically would not have recognized her. She frowned, then fixed the visitor with an intent stare.
