A Special Gift for a very Grown Up Four Year Old
It was like twinkling stars encircling my wrist. My birthday gift from papa and grandma Pohlmeyer was a beautiful silver bracelet with little star cut-outs in the metal and a tiny stone in each one.
My grandmother Pohlmeyer wore black, walked with a cane and her hair was pulled back and anchored high up in a bun with little wisps of white curls framing her face.
I was three years old and considered grown-up enough to have a special gift. Grandma made sure I knew this was not a “play” bracelet and must be treated with great care.
This was my last memory of her. She died just two months later.