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My dad's parents, Nana and Papa, are staying with him until tomorrow when they will pick my aunt and cousins up at the airport and drive to Eastern Maryland- where my Dad's entire side of the family will convene on Saturday. This hasn't happened in four years. Which is cool, because I really like all three of my aunts and my grandparents.
Let me tell you what Nana and Papa are like. They are 75 years old (born within a day of each other) and have been married for 53 years. Wow.
Papa has had a really interesting life- he plays the saxophone has been in the Merchant Marine, the Navy and has lived all over and has done some pretty cool things. He is going deaf and refuses to acknowledge it. His mind is going, which means I get to hear all of the same stories (nearly word for word identical) for at least the fifth time on this visit. He loves Manhattans. Has at least three a day: one at 12:00, one at 2:00, and one at 4:00. He tries to keep to this schedule even when he travels. To such an end, he has a plastic briefcase with a bottle of vermouth, bourbon, maraschino syrup, and a shaker in it. This briefcase is currently in my dad's living room. Papa is also your typical dirty old man. Really, the most obscene jokes you've ever heard, made worse by the fact that he is 75, adorable-looking, and related to you. He smokes like a chimney. He carves carousel horses and restores old cars. Papa is really a sweetheart and I luff him.
Nana is someone I would be terrified to have as a mother. She is very sharp. She is forthright. She is no nonsense. She calls people 'twits' when she gets frustrated with them. When she calls you a twit, you can tell by her tone not that she doesn't mean it (because she does), but that she loves you anyway. When I visit her, she makes me make the bed every day. She is capable. She also smokes like a chimney. She can't go into a foreign country without falling down a hole or tripping in a bathtub and breaking something. She loves gardening. She has the largest collection of fine china I have ever seen. She always tries to make me buy "nice" clothes. Her laugh is gently rusted. When we go swimming with her, we pretend that the noodles are bicycles. We pedal from one end of the pool to the other and pretend we are visiting different exotic locales around the world. She's great though, and I luff her too.
Both of them are staying with my dad. I've only seen them for a day and Papa has already made three dirty jokes (two of which he already told me). Already Nana has forced my father (who lives a very Spartan existence) to buy place mats, matching napkins, a bathmat and loads more from the Crate and Barrel.
Ahh, family.
Let me tell you what Nana and Papa are like. They are 75 years old (born within a day of each other) and have been married for 53 years. Wow.
Papa has had a really interesting life- he plays the saxophone has been in the Merchant Marine, the Navy and has lived all over and has done some pretty cool things. He is going deaf and refuses to acknowledge it. His mind is going, which means I get to hear all of the same stories (nearly word for word identical) for at least the fifth time on this visit. He loves Manhattans. Has at least three a day: one at 12:00, one at 2:00, and one at 4:00. He tries to keep to this schedule even when he travels. To such an end, he has a plastic briefcase with a bottle of vermouth, bourbon, maraschino syrup, and a shaker in it. This briefcase is currently in my dad's living room. Papa is also your typical dirty old man. Really, the most obscene jokes you've ever heard, made worse by the fact that he is 75, adorable-looking, and related to you. He smokes like a chimney. He carves carousel horses and restores old cars. Papa is really a sweetheart and I luff him.
Nana is someone I would be terrified to have as a mother. She is very sharp. She is forthright. She is no nonsense. She calls people 'twits' when she gets frustrated with them. When she calls you a twit, you can tell by her tone not that she doesn't mean it (because she does), but that she loves you anyway. When I visit her, she makes me make the bed every day. She is capable. She also smokes like a chimney. She can't go into a foreign country without falling down a hole or tripping in a bathtub and breaking something. She loves gardening. She has the largest collection of fine china I have ever seen. She always tries to make me buy "nice" clothes. Her laugh is gently rusted. When we go swimming with her, we pretend that the noodles are bicycles. We pedal from one end of the pool to the other and pretend we are visiting different exotic locales around the world. She's great though, and I luff her too.
Both of them are staying with my dad. I've only seen them for a day and Papa has already made three dirty jokes (two of which he already told me). Already Nana has forced my father (who lives a very Spartan existence) to buy place mats, matching napkins, a bathmat and loads more from the Crate and Barrel.
Ahh, family.
