The flip side of the grandma coin

[susandennis]

My Grandma of The Great Hug was my Mom's mom. I had another grandmother - my Dad's mom. My Dad's mom was a grandmother cut out of an entirely different cloth.

She was a tall thin ugly looking woman from East Texas. She never used decent grammar. She never smiled. She certainly didn't hug. She had horse hair furniture and we were required to wear our Sunday School dresses at her house so her stupid couch scratched my thighs. It was at least something to think about during the endless hours we were forced to sit there while the grown ups chatted.

She firmly believed - and told you at every opportunity - that playing on wet grass gave you kidney trouble. (At the time, the only kidney I knew about was kidney beans which I didn't like so the fact that I might cause them trouble kind of delighted me.) She said that if you didn't get off the escalator in time it would eat your shoes and then your feet and then you. And goddamn that mean old bitch, every time I'm on an escalator even today, I get anxious.

She was cranky and whiny and she didn't like me either. She died a long while back, too and once in a while when I conjure on an afterlife, I see her sitting here snarling at me... 'come on in, my pretty... '

I've said this to her but I think in my next life, I do want to have aellia and John as my grandparents. I want to put on my gummies and go with John to feed the lambs. I want Penny to stand me up in a chair in the kitchen and get chocolate all over me. Plus, maybe if I was around them I'd get a cool British accent!

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She was a tall thin ugly looking woman from East Texas. She never used decent grammar. She never smiled. She certainly didn't hug. She had horse hair furniture and we were required to wear our Sunday School dresses at her house so her stupid couch scratched my thighs. It was at least something to think about during the endless hours we were forced to sit there while the grown ups chatted.

She firmly believed - and told you at every opportunity - that playing on wet grass gave you kidney trouble. (At the time, the only kidney I knew about was kidney beans which I didn't like so the fact that I might cause them trouble kind of delighted me.) She said that if you didn't get off the escalator in time it would eat your shoes and then your feet and then you. And goddamn that mean old bitch, every time I'm on an escalator even today, I get anxious.

She was cranky and whiny and she didn't like me either. She died a long while back, too and once in a while when I conjure on an afterlife, I see her sitting here snarling at me... 'come on in, my pretty... '

I've said this to her but I think in my next life, I do want to have <user site="livejournal.com" user="aellia"> and John as my grandparents. I want to put on my gummies and go with John to feed the lambs. I want Penny to stand me up in a chair in the kitchen and get chocolate all over me. Plus, maybe if I was around them I'd get a cool British accent!

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