thebeckybug

What I learned about my family history during last night’s dinner:

• My great-grandmother played piano at the nursing home. She would help the other elderly residents by wheeling their chairs to wherever they wanted to go. The staff asked her to stop, and she couldn’t understand why.
• My great-aunt was a missionary in South America. Her son had polio because of it.
• My grandmother and her sister shared a bed when they were young and act the same way now toward each other as if it were the case now. However, they currently live a thousand miles away.
• My grandfather likes any food prepared for him by anyone in his family. His exact words are “How did you know this was my favorite?”
• But even more than that, he LOVES coconut cream pie. My Grandmother doesn’t eat it, but makes it for him once a year for his birthday. He would have eaten the whole pie after dinner, but I had a little slice.
• My great-aunt is the most opinionated person I’ve ever known. She only half-heartedly doesn’t mind when you don’t agree with her.
• My great-aunt remembers everything as if it happened yesterday, The War, growing up on a farm in Kansas, and college.
• My paternal side of the family has musical abilities, but no vocal abilities.
• My grandfather loves puppies.