Let's talk Grandmas! Okay!
All of this talk of elderly females got me thinking about grandmas.
I had two, which I believe is considered the norm. They are dead now.
My siblings and I used our grandparents' last names, so they were Grandma Mariano and Grandma Bradley. It still sounds weird to me when people call their grandparents by their first names, or even weirder, use some adorable made-up moniker, like Pop-ola or Grummsy. As if grandparents are figures of affection and warmth, and not forbidding matri-/patriarchs under whose shadow you must cower and throw offerings.
Actually Grandma Mariano was, by all accounts, the (much, much) less forbidding and stern of the two grandmothers, but she died when I was eight, so my memories of her are murky.
Wasn't she lovely? (That's my mom on the right.) I have many pictures of her, and she's gorgeous in all of them. ( have no pictures of Grandma Bradley, strangely. Although she didn't cast a reflection, so maybe that's why? And every time we tried to capture her image our camera burst into flames? I have to look into that.)
My most vivid memory of Grandma Mariano is sitting in the passenger seat of her car as she drove the wrong way down the one-way exit/entrance to my sister's high school. I remember a lot of people shouting and running out of the way. She seemed unconcerned.
I am told she did that sort of thing quite a bit.
I have also been told that instead of using the phrase, "I'll treat you," or "it's on me," she would say, "I'll blow you." Now, apparently this was some sort of vernacular in her day (I HOPE), but not the sort of thing you want to hear out of your grandma's mouth. My sister still talks about how mortifying it was to have her grandma utter the words "Let's go out for ice cream! I'll blow you!" in front of a whole bunch of teenagers who had wandered outside to see who had driven the wrong way into the parking lot and caused all the ensuing chaos.
Oh, how I wish I could remember that part.










February 2, 2010
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Sadly, I clued her in when junior high expanded my vocabulary, and she will never say that to her grandchildren. I really should have thought that through.
After laughing our heads off, we asked our mother what she meant. Apparently it's an old phrase for sit down over there or something like that. My sister explained to her what it meant to us and why we found it hilarious.
Ah, family.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, my mother thought she wanted to be called Granny, like her own beloved grandmother, until she realized that Granny sounded overly decrepit for a 48-year-old woman. (I'm 38 and can't imagine being called Granny in another 10 years, so I have to agree with her there.) It got softened to Grammy, which I think sounds kind of nice, almost like it could be a real name. Or an award. :)
She's a great-grandma now so we call her G.G. (Gigi). Can't wait to see her soon and listen to all her great stories about growing up in a Kentucky coal town, daughter of the town doctor. Awesome stuff.
Also: No reflection? Bwahahahahahaha!!!!
"Come on, I'll blow you!"
I'll be reading that all day today.
Thank you!!