If there is a particular human being who inspired me to become a gero-punk, it is my Gramma Jewell. Today is her 92nd birthday.
My Gramma comes from poor, scrappy folk. No one knew who her father was and she grew up without much stability. After her teenage mother abandoned her she was fostered by various family members until in her late teens she left her people in the Yakima Valley to move to Southern Oregon, where she found a job as a waitress. She met my grandfather, Preston Hotz, a much older man who frequented the café where she worked.
This grandpa is a pivotal character in my family history as he changed Jewell’s lot in life in many ways and, two generations later, mine. At the time he met my Gramma, he was training to become a geologist and she yearned to become his assistant, as well…
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