Fawn is quite a woman, wise, and a bundle of energy-reached an age she says with a smile when like an old house things begin to droop, sag, and the paint to peel a little and leave wrinkles- but she likens the process to an old blanket that is comfortable and familiar and says she is happy.
I’ve known her as long as I can remember-she was my mother’s best friend and a faithful companion to her.
My first memory of Fawn is riding up with friends, dismounting, lifting me up to eye level and saying it was time to meet an old friend of the nations-the horse-mounting up holding me in front of her and off we went.
In later years when talking about it my mother said I wasn’t more than a year and half old-yet the impression made that day imprinted itself and I can see it even now as though it were only yesterday.
She has been an auntie, a friend, a surrogate mother,and a grandmother to me.
She helped nurse the black eyes and busted lips, sew the torn shirts, revelled in my victories and commiserated in my defeats regardless of their nature, and always reminded me it was better to stand again.
In having done so my life has been enriched and I am a better man than I might otherwise have been.
Her life hasn’t always been an easy one, but inspite of that she has not only prevailed but conquered so many of the vicissitudes of life, and always sought to give more than she would receive.
Old school, and finds much of the current values to be questionable and lacking meaning.
Mildly amused by some of it might be one way to put it, but if asked won’t hesitate to voice her opinion and offer no apologies when doing so.
A shared lesson she taught me along with my mother is that a person, man or woman, is no better than their word-that knowing and speaking the truth whether it hurts or brings joy is a responsibility.
That the common responsibility of all is to the family and the nations, that it is a great wrong to shirk this responsibility or take advantage of another-to live in a responsible way is to live as a human being.
When I look at Fawn I see the ancestral tree of the nations stretching back through time, an immutable strength, something of a throw back to another era…and a loving grandmother.