Grandma Anna was my father's mom. She lived in Los Angeles, 300 plus miles away from where my family lived. One of the great things about where Grandma Anna lived was that we'd get to go to DisneyLand whenever we drove to see her. My dad was not much into family activities, so often it was my mom and us three kids, and sometimes Grandma Babe, my mom's mom, would go with us. Sometimes Dad went too, but we always had more fun when he didn't come because my dad was,oh he had his moods and he could get pissy.
Anyway Grandma Anna loved it when we came to visit. My dad's father left Grandma when Daddy, the youngest of her two boys, was a baby. Even though she remarried again, she worked all her life in a machine shop in some capacity; I'll have to ask Mom what she did for a living because in writing this out, I realize I never knew her job title.
Grandma was a fascinating woman. Gosh did she ever snore! I mean s n o r e snore! WE used to have to wear earplugs. LOL! But she would always put on a huge meal for us whenever we came, and it was always fish, which she loved! She, born in Kansas originally, pronounced it feesh. "Now you kids," she's say to us, (all except me, for I love "feesh"), "I made this big meal for you and I like to see you et!" Yes, it was et instead of eat. OH she'd get so mad at my brother and sister, who don't have any sense when it comes to good food! "Now Shazza, now she ets, why can't you et my feesh like Shazza."
And oh how she would tell me stories about when I was a baby, for even though she was in Los Angeles then and we were 300 miles away, she came down to visit often, with my "grandfather", Dad's stepfather, who died before I got a chance to know him and which still grieves me terribly. It was she who told me about how my parents had to take me to UCSF for tests to determine conclusively that I couldn't see, and how that made my dad cry like a baby. (I am and always will be a Daddy's girl, even though he can be a poophead, and I am, in all ways, daughter#1.) It was she who told me about some of the people who helped my mom early on, and she'd tell us stories about Daddy and Uncle Ted as kids. And she'd tell us stories of her Momma and Daddy and the trips they used to take back in the 1920s.
My brother and sister, who always look at the cover instead of looking inside the book, saw Grandma Anna as fat and old and not very fun, compared to our other grandparents, who were more active and could take them places and were more fun to hang with. Yeah Grandma Anna could be a true battle axe, a pain in the neck, but she was also sweet and loved us all very much.
Grandma died in the mid 80s due to diabetic complications. She never met my husband or saw my children But I know that she and my "grandfather" are together in heaven, looking down at me and smiling. "Grandpa", for I consider my grandmother's second husband as my grandfather, not my dad's father, told Grandma Anna that just because I couldn't see didn't mean I wasn't deserving of love and that she and he would love me just as much as any other kid that my parents might have. She was a truly wonderful woman and a fantastic Grandma.