Crazy Relativescurvylittlegoth writes, "My Grandma is crazy, crazy mad. As well as regularly putting curses on us all, she once fell asleep in the armchair on a sunny afternoon, Barley Wine in one hand, Peter Stuyveson in the other, only to wake up several hours later to a Darth Vader sounding fireman. She thought she was in HELL as the smoke and flames billowed round her..."
Are any of your relatives this loopy?
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chthonic, Thu 5 Jul 2007, 15:59)
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"Found her."When I was about twelve years of age, my grandmother came around to visit us for a week, which was saying alot considering her age (Ninety-five) and where she was coming from (Venezuela). She was my dad's mom, and my dad being a bit of a terrifying fellow at times (He belted with his right arm, but threw shoes with his left...), I wanted to see what kind of parenting could have created his personality.
Strangely though, aside from her repeated mention of my abundant boy-stomach, she was actually a really pleasant dear - laughing at my jokes, watching whatever mindless kid show was on at the time, and otherwise being very sociable. Through some conversation, I discovered that my Dad didn't treat her much better, it turned out; in fact she was terrified of him as well, to the extent that I often had to prevent her from trying to hide from him or escape the house on foot.
The last night she was visiting, my dad and she had a massive argument, resulting in him shaking with anger in the backyard and her sudden disappearance. Mom and dad naturally freaked out once they realized she'd gone missing, and we hopped in the car to see if she'd gone to try and hitchhike somewhere along the nearby highway. We returned several hours later, defeated and scared that she was some sort of dead. I went to my room and tried to relax, trying not to think of what fate might have befallen my grandma, but I couldn't help it. I could practically hear her shaky breath and smell her strange odour.
It was then that I came to the sudden realization that I actually could hear and smell her. In my room.
A quick opening of my closet confirmed my theory - she'd been hiding in the corner of my closet for the better part of two hours, trying to avoid the vengance of my dad. I tried to ask her why she chose my closet, but she shushed me and closed the door, leaving me relieved, dumbfounded, and finally assured of the fact that my dad was a scary bloke.
She passed away two months ago though, bless her.
*pop*
(, Tue 10 Jul 2007, 15:20, Reply)
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