Let's talk Grandmas! Okay!
All of this talk of elderly females got me thinking about grandmas.
I had two, which I believe is considered the norm. They are dead now.
My siblings and I used our grandparents' last names, so they were Grandma Mariano and Grandma Bradley. It still sounds weird to me when people call their grandparents by their first names, or even weirder, use some adorable made-up moniker, like Pop-ola or Grummsy. As if grandparents are figures of affection and warmth, and not forbidding matri-/patriarchs under whose shadow you must cower and throw offerings.
Actually Grandma Mariano was, by all accounts, the (much, much) less forbidding and stern of the two grandmothers, but she died when I was eight, so my memories of her are murky.
Wasn't she lovely? (That's my mom on the right.) I have many pictures of her, and she's gorgeous in all of them. ( have no pictures of Grandma Bradley, strangely. Although she didn't cast a reflection, so maybe that's why? And every time we tried to capture her image our camera burst into flames? I have to look into that.)
My most vivid memory of Grandma Mariano is sitting in the passenger seat of her car as she drove the wrong way down the one-way exit/entrance to my sister's high school. I remember a lot of people shouting and running out of the way. She seemed unconcerned.
I am told she did that sort of thing quite a bit.
I have also been told that instead of using the phrase, "I'll treat you," or "it's on me," she would say, "I'll blow you." Now, apparently this was some sort of vernacular in her day (I HOPE), but not the sort of thing you want to hear out of your grandma's mouth. My sister still talks about how mortifying it was to have her grandma utter the words "Let's go out for ice cream! I'll blow you!" in front of a whole bunch of teenagers who had wandered outside to see who had driven the wrong way into the parking lot and caused all the ensuing chaos.
Oh, how I wish I could remember that part.










February 2, 2010
Reader Comments (57)
I love old people because they just don't care and I LOVE that.
Sadie at heyMamas
She was also a crazy driver. And when we finally took her keys (at like 82), she'd sit in the passenger seat and yell, "GO. GO!" And I'd be like, "Grandma, it's a red light."
She also couldn't bake. She'd make these awful hard cookies that she kept in a drawer. I'm not kidding. A drawer. I have such awful memories of feeling like I had to eat those drawer cookies just to be polite.
On the other hand, we would laugh like crazy because my maternal Grandma would yell at my mom like she was still a kid. But, she was all about putting us to work, which meant we were involved with activities with her. So she was approachable.
Also, Grandmas were simply Grandma in their presence, but Grandma Lastname when they weren't there.
Your Grandma Mariano sounds like a lot of fun, but I'd like to hear more about Grandma Bradley, because I like scary stories!
It's funny you posted this as I just this morning wrote a post about what my 19-month-old grandson has started calling me: "Graya". It has nothing to do with my bad hair color job -- or at least that's what I'm telling myself.
Loved this.
I intend to be a Grandma Mariano when I'm older. If I have the cash, I shall blow everyone!
Imagine the conversation, if you will:
Grandma Mariano: Grandma Hicks, let's go out for a thimble of sherry. I'll blow you.
Grandma Hicks: Well, blow me, Grandma Mariano! That's awfully nice of you!
Grandma Mariano: Yes, exactly. That's what I said. I said I'll blow you. Are you getting hard of hearing in your old age, Grandma Hicks?
(I feel like this comment has turned me into a 14-year-old boy. Apologies.)
My favorite legacy from Grandmother is her ability to swear in a satisfying way using made-up cursewords. This has become really useful now that I have a near-4-year-old. I found a new one the other day perusing a document at work: "Larry D. Cripe". Barking that one really releases the proper endorphins in a stressful situation.