My Great-Grandmother and Me

Janice Konstantinidis
9 min readOct 19, 2023

Our Symbiotic Mutualistic Relationship

The cool air of 1964’s Easter week whispered promises of change as I boarded the bus to Dover, a ritual journey to my grandparent’s home from the clutches of my aunt’s iron grip in Hobart. The bus rolled out of Hobart at the twilight hour of 5 p.m., and by 7 p.m., I was greeted by the familiar greenery of Dover.

These trips had become a solace, a sanctuary every two weeks or so, perhaps my aunt’s attempt to maintain some familial semblance. But more than that, it was her way of seeking respite.

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Janice Konstantinidis

I am a lover of fine cheese, my dogs, my garden, knitting, photography, writing and more!