I don’t know a lot of background about my family and it turns out anything I did know may not be reliable information. My family doesn’t talk about stuff, I don’t find anything out unless I ask and I never bothered to ask before really. I really don’t know how my parents met or why they got married. I don’t know much about how my uncle (my father’s brother) died other than it was skin cancer.
The Grandmother was the only one who ever really told me stories and by golly they were interesting. Then it started to occur to me over the years that maybe her stories were a little out there.
a painting my grandfather had of her in their apartment
She has this bag she uses to go to the bathroom in, has had it for years, she told me she has this because she was shot at a doctor’s office in NYC. This is why (she told me) she doesn’t go to NYC doctors anymore. I mentioned this to my mom at Thanksgiving this year and she was like “what?!?” I still don’t know why she has the bag thing :dunno:
She told me her father was the one to teach one of the Marx Brothers (Chico maybe?) how to play the piano. Is this true? I have no idea but I’m starting to assume most of what she told me was in her own head and only there.
I’d always thought she was crazy, like really certifiably crazy. We recently found a police report among the stuff we took from their apartment after my grandfather died and we had to move her to a home. It said she called the police because she thought my 80+ year old grandfather had a girlfriend living in their apartment. In the report it noted the medicine she was on, which were anti-phsychotic.
So we’re thinking now, she was always crazy, maybe from birth. It amazes me my grandfather stayed with this woman for 60 years, most of the time never on medication. I can’t imagine how hard that was. No matter how screwed up and unhealthy that may be, that is undying love.
I just ask, when I start ranting about Manly Man’s “girlfriend” living in our house…just get the straight jacket please and lock my ass up :crazy: