Thanks, Goodweed! It's funny, the memories I have of my grandparents. My father's parents barely spoke english...it was something called broken english. My grandmother believed babies came from eating too much watermelon. I am not making that up. My grandfather could break a 2x4 with his bare hands and made wine in his basement.
My mother's parents were first generation born here, so they spoke english. My grandmother was a hypochondriac with a penchant for tall tales, and my grandfather was one of the best men I'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. He was a barber who had his own shop. I remember a huge stuffed animal he brought to the hospital when I was 6 and had my appendix removed. He made a wonderful pineapple upside down cake and called me ' monkey'. Oh, how I miss that man.
How can we sleep while our beds are burning???