1/ Alice Campbell, my Grandmother

She had us call her "Lucky" because she was too young to be a grandmother. She ran away at 16 to go on the stage, and never lost her singing voice. She created an adventure in every decade of her life, taking up figure skating in her forties and French (wildly successfully!) in her sixties. Genetically, we are very much alike, but I hope that doesn't include the Alzheimer's that claimed her. I adored her.

(She's pictured with her handsome baritone, Harry Luckstone, my grandfather.)