My mom called to have a good cry about my brother, and to tell me that my nephew’s great grandfather died last night. Poor oldest nephew. Damn.
We finally moved on to happier things, such as my mom helping my grandma go through her junk and finding an old receipt for the Palmer House Hotel from December 15, 1945 for $25. My mom was all, “Why did you keep this?”
And my grandma was like “I think that’s when your dad got discharged. We spent a weekend at the Palmer House.”
And my mom’s telling me how there’s all these charges for, like, using the radio and stuff.
And then my mom is all “Hey, I was born on September 9, 1946!”
And my grandma was all like, “Well, you didn’t expect me to just shake his hand when he got back, did you?”
Love it!
Wish I had words of wisdom on the RB situation, but don’t.
Just…. things will work out.
HA!
That rules.
My Grammy (husband’s grandma) still knew the shade of lipstick she’d bought to greet her husband when he got off the train. These are the kind of memories that touch me when I find them in the archives, those little details of a life recalled.
I love this. Granny has a good sense of humor. I agree – what was she supposed to do other than shack up & create your mom! Hope all is well with you Aunt B….
LOL. Your grandma reminds me of Stephanie Plum’s grandma
I loved this ha ha :-)
That’s funny stuff!
LOL, what did you mom think that she just got here by magic? I loved your grandma response. It made my day thanks I needed a laugh.
That’s excellent.
charges for using the radio????
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That’s one of those TMI moments.
Bwaahaa!!! That kicks ass! Love it!
There is just so much cutewicked in that line…what a story :)
Classic. Way to put two and two together, Mom!!