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As a kid I thought grandmothers should be amiable, knitting, cake-baking beings with soft hands. Toyo was a different kind of grandmother: she had soft hands but they were ringed in jewels. She knitted beanies but they were intricate confectionery-like works of art. Toyo’s nickname was The Empress – we were royal subjects bound by mood or whim or evocative and astonishing stories from her past.