I’ve never met you but I loved your youngest daughter. She was an amazing woman. Not just because she was my grandmother, but because it was who she was. She was a Christian yet believed everything she read in the National Enquire. I’ve said this before. If you’ve read my blog sorry for the recap.

When I was younger I stayed with her for a few days in upstate NY in a big, old colonial style house with my sibs. I don’t recall much except it was white and if I didn’t eat all of my dinner, I had to have pot roast with potatoes for breakfast the next day.

I love rules. Of course as a child I’d bitch and moan but in the end she knew what was best. Most Nana’s do.

As I got older. I loved many aspects of being the youngest grand daughter. The first being, I was spoiled rotten. The second being HAPPY HOUR with them exactly at 4pm until the records stopped or Murder She Wrote came on.

I started to get very close to my grandparents when I turned 19. I think this was partially because I moved to LA to attend college and they lived more than two hours outside of the city. They watched over me. Family is family.

When I turned 21, that’s when the fun began. I was invited to join happy hour. This included my Grandparents and cousin B. The spread included round, plastic plates with three different sections. One was filled with cheese balls, then BBQ chips and finally pretzels. They weren’t the opening act that was a vodka cranberry with lime that took thirty minutes for my Bampy to make. He did so carefully after he checked my ID.

Pearl, I wonder if you had HAPPY HOUR too! You created a fun loving, energetic woman who loved her husband til the end. You did good. Pearl, if you were extremely education then you did well.

Kisses,
A