Yvonne "Bonnie" Bost Pickett, a.k.a. Grandma, in her living room, Bozeman Mont., Dec. 25, 2012.
Warning: this post contains extensive amounts of bragging. I hope you don't mind.
My grandmother, Bonnie (Bost) Pickett, is 97. Which, to me, is in itself kind of amazing.
Right around Thanksgiving last year, with the help of her son and daughter, she published a memoir about her time in Honolulu during World War II. Grandma's adventurous spirit brought her to Hawaii in April of 1941, where she was working as a Queen's Hospital nurse when Pearl Harbor was bombed on Dec. 7, 1941. She continued to work in Hawaii until 1945, when she received an engagement ring in the mail from my grandfather, a doctor with the Army Air Corps in the European theater.
Frank Pickett and Bonnie Bost were married on June 8, 1945, moved to Montana, raised three children, and the rest is history.
I can't wait to see what else you've got up your sleeve. Love you, Grandma!