Nope, she was about 70 which seemed immensely ancient to me back then. I was about 6 and she was simultaneously homey and fascinating. She was arthritic and so bow-legged that when she put her feet together, her legs shaped into a diamond and it must have been painful but she never once complained. She gardened avidly and cooked and baked; my first cooking lessons were at her house and that was where I first tasted rhubarb. I'd pick green peppers right off the vine in her garden and eat them right there.

What lovely memories...