Practice 6-E p.135

My experiences lead me to envision a sweet, kind, and caring old woman whenever I hear the word grandmother. I smell blueberry muffins and apple pies. I think of doing puzzles at the kitchen table and reading books. In fact, like the poem "Ethics" mentions, kitchens are one of the first images that come to mind when I picture either one of my grandmothers. They both spent a lot of time in their kitchens and always cooked me delicious snacks- ones that cannot be duplicated by anyone else.

Strangely, however, when I read the poem "Ethics," neither of my grandmother's faces or kitchens popped into my head when I read the words "Sometimes the woman borrowed my grandmother's face leaving her usual kitchen to wander some drafty, half-imagined museum (121/8-12)." I thought it a bit odd that, instead, I pictured a complete stranger. However, the lines of this poem still created an image of a kind elderly woman's face, just not one that I had seen before. I'm not sure why this is, but the imagery, though, did still provide the mental picture that I think Linda Pastan was shooting for.