Books also had a meaning for her as physical objects: she loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others.
My grandmother was born on this day in a Swedish field in 1878. That makes her really old, though she died in 1971. I can't even figure out how old she would be. I do remember standing by her when she was hand washing dishes, about 60 years ago. I asked her if she wanted to live to be a hundred. She wasn't interested in doing that. It surprised me.