If you needed a place to stay or live her place was always an open door. If your Mom didn’t understand you she always did, she was a fantastic grandma and tough dang was she tough.
BEACH HOUSE: I remember learning to eat Maryland blue crabs with butter at that same kitchen table and how amazing it was to live so close to the water. I can recall photos with all of us in the kitchen with a steaming pot of water on the stove and basket full of crabs ready to be cooked on the floor, everyone cracking up over the latest joke or what the “kids” did this time at the beach. The backdoor would bang open and close all the time because the beach was a huge bustle of activity when a crab fest was in full swing. I also recall the conversation with Gram where she informed me that I could not live in my swimsuit and I would have to wash it at some point.
LESSONS: Once I was out driving with Gram and she was busy telling me a story while driving. Sometimes she’d get a bit animated and this particular time she drove off the road into a grassy ditch. She was so upset that I had to drive home after pulling the grass out of the wheel well so nobody would know. Later after her nerves settled we laughed about it. I am pretty sure I got to drive for the rest of my time with her that summer. I also recall that same summer driving over a concrete parking space divider and getting her car stuck on it. To say I was scared would be understatement. Gram was always prepared for a crisis and she figured out how to get us off of the concrete divider. We made it home and she kept it our secret but I had to spend extra time practicing with her on how to park correctly.