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When Covid-19 struck, the international institutions which employed me as a freelance Conference Interpreter in Strasbourg shut down, so with time on my hands I turned to some of those “things I'd been meaning to get to”.
Sound familiar?
I launched into a project that not only tore me away from my TV but turned out to be something I couldn’t put down! As the proud owner of the travel diaries my grandmother wrote of her many trips far and wide, I now had time transcribe the first of those, “Martinique 1959.”
I was surprised at how therapeutic it was! As I re-read my grandma's words, I felt that I was in her presence, sharing a few laughs with her (she had a great sense of humor). I was transported to another time and to the places she wrote about.
It was the most soothing thing I've done in years and I realized that others could enjoy, even benefit from this traveling adventure in space and time. I am so glad you’re here!
You can now read Grandma Bowen’s musings in what has become her blog, go back in time and travel the world with her. You’ll also find posts about the benefits of nostalgia, why vintage is so fun and comforting, more self-care ideas for your mental and physical well-being and escaping pandemic fatigue.
Who was Grandma Bowen?
Catherine Anne Huber grew up a member of the Rochester, NY elite, her family among the “people of prominence” in the Rochester Blue Book for decades. Her mother was a concert pianist and her father a doctor and surgeon. She traveled through Europe with her mother after graduating from Smith College in 1930, met her husband and married that same year.
She was determined to adjust to her life as the wife of Albert Bowen, a hardworking chemical engineer who enterprisingly built his own business from the ground up. She was also mother to their three rowdy boys, my uncles Carl and David and my dad, John!
Though her life was unlike the one she was accustomed to before marriage, she retained and cultivated her love for music and for traveling the world. My grandfather shared these passions and the two of them supported the performing arts in Rochester and vacationed abroad at least once a year.
Astute observers of the world around them, they documented their travels to share with family and friends, Grandma being the main author of their travel journals, with an occasional supplemental text penned by Grandpa Bowen. We are fortunate to enjoy and share the diaries’ serendipitous preservation.