SUMMER NILSSON: My grandfather, Bo, was the patriarch of our family. His word was his bond. A handshake superseded a signed agreement. He was wise and well-known as a visionary leader. However, in our family, my grandmother, Gwendolyn, was the unsung hero. She was a woman of faith and ﬁlled food baskets for families in need. She was as devoted to her community as she was to her home. And, like all southern women of that time, she never missed a standing appointment to get her “hair set” at the beauty salon. She was beloved by all, except on Saturdays.
On Saturdays, Gwendolyn hosted bridge (a card game), while serving ﬁnger sandwiches and freshly baked desserts. The sweet smell of pound cake misled many. Game days were not for the faint of heart.
When researching words for naming inspiration, I came across an old card game called Loo. My mother’s name is also Lou. Loo provided the perfect metaphor to honor the two women who shaped my life the most, my mother and grandmother.