The Family Vault

Story 6: That Damned Bowtie

It’s a shame that you, dear reader, didn’t know my paternal grandparents, for that would have made this brief bit of our family history that much more enjoyable. My grandfather was a good guy. He enjoyed baseball (the Brooklyn Dodgers, then the New York Mets), spending time with his grandchildren, good food (he always had gravy spots on his tie), and just having fun in general. My grandmother — his wife, on the other hand — was a vain, grumpy, uptight, no-nonsense Kraut that lacked even a splinter of a funny bone.