During an appointment earlier this week, I started talking about my grandmother. When I was growing up, I lived most of the time with my grandparents. My grandfather was awful, and my grandmother was a somewhat quiet and weak woman who was needed silence and quiet. Not your holly jolly pair, those two. But that's not what I want to share today. I want to share this:
I grew up in St. Louis, and this is a monument in Forest Park. It is on one side of a lagoon that you can paddle boat on in the summer. It is a tribute to "Vater Jahn” was known as the “father” of gymnastics in the 19th century. When she was growing up, my grandmother often went to what was known as the 'Turner Club" in St. Louis, where she and her brother and sister did gymnastics. She eventually became a gym teacher. And she posted for the statue on the right.
I'm replacing the somewhat sad memories of my grandmother with better ones, and this is the one I am holding tight on to. She was an active, vibrant young woman who is immortalized in my home town. That's really something.
Here is to you, Lucille Belzer Ondr, 1895-1977.