Verna’s Wisdom

I have a trio of quotations from my grandmother, Verna Lauden. The first is from 1987. The next is undated. The third is from 1992, two years before her death on 1 April 1994.

On my first birthday in Syracuse, New York, in response to my wistful remark that I thought, at the ripe age of 23, I would feel grown up at some point, she noted:

“Oh, cher, I felt like I was fifteen until I was forty-five.”

“What happened then?” I asked.

“I just didn’t feel fifteen no more.”

At some point in response to my complaining that I had had a run of bad luck. “Oh, that’s Laudun luck. If it weren’t for bad luck, we wouldn’t have any luck at all.”

And, just now, I came across a note from a journal I was keeping at the time dated 25 April 1992. I don’t know anything more what we were talking about than what the entry provides:

> In conversation Grandma Laudun noted about the future:
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>> “It’s always coming. It never gets further, only closer.”