My Grandma and I spent 4 hours on the road together over the holiday break, and she told me stories, stories, stories.
When they were building the interstate in North Dakota in the 1940s, my grandma and her sister went to the city, and they couldn't figure out how to get off the exit ramp. They looped round and round.
She also is quite the hip lady. She's been out to the local lesbians' house in our area for a karaoke and wine party. She said she had a real nice time, and those girls fixed up the house real nice. She's also got a gay best friend. He graduated with her in 1946 from Napolean High School, and he now lives out in California. He calls her up all the time and gossips in low German and when he's home, he'll get a polka or a waltz out of my Grandma.
She told me about her first days of teaching in a country school and how she had to shovel coal, and how when she was 22 and faced with 32 second-graders, she got so mad at a kid one day that she yanked on his ears. He had jug ears and was asking for it.
She told me about dating my Grandpa's younger brother before dating (and marrying) my Grandfather. They were Methodists and rich, and my Grandma was Catholic and poor and came from a bar family. The wrong side of the tracks, indeed. She told me about the time she was driving to her uncle's wedding and her car broke down, so she walked 2 miles to the church in heels and a dress.
My Grandma turns 81 in February and I am asking her for all her recipes.
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I love road trips with grandma. On one such trip with mine, she informed me that everyone knows if you have sex in a closet because you can smell it and I also learned she pronounces "Nazi" as "Nawwzi."
Your stories are better.
well, my g-ma was throwing out some racial slurs, and I was like, "Grandma!" and she said, "well, it's not ok to say 'black' is it?" And I said, "Yes, Grandma, black is ok."
And her friends! Can you inherit her friends like you've already inherited her moxie?
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