There was a fat, old Chinese woman. She reminded me greatly of my grandmother. It wasn't really the appearance although I guess that babies and old people from any culture do resemble each other. There was something about her eyes that showed great joy in just existing. It was if she were confidently aware of a lot about life. I could see this even though she was simply sitting there.
Of course, this prompted me to try to find a picture of my mother's mother upon arriving home. We used to call this woman nana and this might have been one of the last pictures I have of her. I would guess this was when she was living with her daughter in Florida and I was there on a visit when working in the Middle East.
Anyway, thanks go to the old Chinese woman for prompting me to scan in this picture of my grandmother, Emily Osgood. (I have blogged a photo of an earlier picture of my Grandmother Hurd which was posted in May of this year.)