Reply #27: We lived on the other side of the country [View All]

[wickerwoman]

so I didn't get to know most of them very well.

Father's father- died before I was born.

Father's mother- only met her once when I was about nine. She told us a story about drowning kittens in a burlap sack during the Depression and then took us swimming at the lake where my foot accidentally grazed something that felt like burlap. Ran out of the lake screaming and had nightmares for two months. She passed away when I was 11.

Mother's father- had reams and reams of poetry memorized. Everyone says he was hilarious but he died when I was six and I only met him once. I have a vague memory of climbing too high in the lilac bush behind my house when I was about three and my grandfather lifting me out of it.

Mother's mother- used to have Thanksgiving at her house when I was in college since it was closer than my home. She'd never refrigerate butter, was a great Catholic democrat, lived in a terrifying neighborhood but had all the drug dealers wrapped around her little finger, got *everything* delivered by different people (milk man, meat man, veggie man, etc.)Her husband's old friends used to come over drunk, years after he'd died, and do "home repairs" which made her furious but she never managed to turn them away. She just lived with pipes coming up out of the middle of her bathroom floor. Unfortunately she passed away a few years ago.