What do I remember about my oldest relatives? We are not talking heresay information, but just what I know from being around them.
Actually, there was really only one oldest relative whom I knew in any way, and that is my mother's mother, Mary Smick.
Grandma was very much like my mom, something Mom probably knew but didn't like to think about. You see, Grandma was very controlling especially when my Mom was in her late teens and early 20s. This is something my mom rebelled against and one of the key reasons my mom tried to get away from the farm as soon as she graduated from high school. My mom became a nurse and got to see a good part of the world.
Grandma apparently was impressed and decided to become a nurse herself. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery they say.
Okay, well, fast forward to when I knew Grandma. Mom brought us up to Spokane, Washington where Grandma lived at the time. She had a small house with two or three bedrooms and a chain link fence around the yard with a well trimmed lawn. Her Rambler was parked in a little garage as I remember: I don't think she parked it on the street.
I was warned by my mom to obey Grandma, so I did. But Grandma was always nice. I don't remember her doing anything that bothered me. I liked cutting out comics from newspapers and asked her if it was okay if I did so from her old newspapers. She was fine with it and helped me find some scissors. I somehow remember she was slightly amused I was going to all this trouble to cut out the strips so carefully.
There is not much more I can say. We were only there for a week at most and didn't do much. It was not exciting, but generally pleasant.
Actually, there was really only one oldest relative whom I knew in any way, and that is my mother's mother, Mary Smick.
Grandma was very much like my mom, something Mom probably knew but didn't like to think about. You see, Grandma was very controlling especially when my Mom was in her late teens and early 20s. This is something my mom rebelled against and one of the key reasons my mom tried to get away from the farm as soon as she graduated from high school. My mom became a nurse and got to see a good part of the world.
Grandma apparently was impressed and decided to become a nurse herself. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery they say.
Okay, well, fast forward to when I knew Grandma. Mom brought us up to Spokane, Washington where Grandma lived at the time. She had a small house with two or three bedrooms and a chain link fence around the yard with a well trimmed lawn. Her Rambler was parked in a little garage as I remember: I don't think she parked it on the street.
I was warned by my mom to obey Grandma, so I did. But Grandma was always nice. I don't remember her doing anything that bothered me. I liked cutting out comics from newspapers and asked her if it was okay if I did so from her old newspapers. She was fine with it and helped me find some scissors. I somehow remember she was slightly amused I was going to all this trouble to cut out the strips so carefully.
There is not much more I can say. We were only there for a week at most and didn't do much. It was not exciting, but generally pleasant.
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