Since we started talking about great-grandparents, I want to share a story about my other Jewish great-grandmother, Grandma Rosa.
On that side of the family, nobody was fancy. Nobody had their own airplane or a pot to piss in. Grandma Rosa never even fully figured out the phone. She treated it like a postcard.
I’d call her and say, “Hi Grandma!”
And she’d respond with, “Hello my beautiful flower! We are fine. Grandpa’s leg is acting up a bit but we still go for walks. The weather is lovely, so we can spend time outside. We had zrazy for breakfast today. They turned out very nice. I’ll make you some the next time you come over. Give my best to mom and dad. I love you and miss you, tons of kisses from your Grandma Rosa.”
Then she’d hang up.
When we went over to her place, it was very similar. She’d talk at us very cheerfully while stuffing us with food and ignoring all our attempts to respond, and then would say, “Oh, you have to leave already? It was so great seeing you. Come back soon. Bye!”
Now that I’m telling this story I’m realizing how similar this is to my own strategies of sociability.
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