How My Parents Taught Me To Be A Grandparent

September 5, 2014 11:28 AM

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I had just mastered reading, but I knew what the sign said. “GRANDMA! It says ‘keep off the dunes’” She tossed a smile over her shoulder and yelled back “the rules don’t apply to MY Granddaughters”. My younger sister and I couldn’t keep up as our long-legged, bathing suit clad Grandmother charged up the dunes. At the peak Grandma encouraged us to follow, then insisted we copy her as she flung herself, rolling down the sand toward the ocean. Always well dressed with enormous jewelry and a tiny Chihuahua in her hand, my Grandmother had fascinating stories. From riding camels in Egypt, living in Hawaii to taking my Aunt’s Girl Scout troop to have their palms read, she lived life with verve. Grandma taught me that life was as remarkable as you made it. I remember thinking “am I the only 6th grader at my school who has a Grandmother taking advanced bellying dancing lessons?”

My Grampa Mike could joke around in four languages. He had a great sense of humor and did silly things to make his six grandchildren laugh. For birthdays and holidays, he showed up with a flat of eggs and a dozen slightly wilted roses. He’d been in the egg business for many years, and those eggs wer...

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