Memory is such an elusive thing and sometimes it plays
tricks on us and we find that we are remembering things
a little differently than how they really happened. I woke
up this morning thinking of my maternal grandfather and
how he teased me when I was a child. I don't think that
there was a scrap of affection for either of us in the
relationship. I was a little spit fire and he enjoyed
getting me in trouble for my temper. I would never sit
on his lap or pretend affection for him as my cousins did.

Each and every Sunday, we alternated between visiting my
mother's parents and my father's parents. In between times, we visited aunts and uncles or they visited us.
Our cousins were very close to us. It was a different
time and extended family was very important to us.

Our grandmothers seemed to enjoy holding open house every
Sunday and the cooking it entailed. I have no idea
how they managed but suspect a cellar full of canned
goods helped to stretch the meal to fit the crowd and
they could always wring another chicken's neck.