I visited my 96-year old Grandma this weekend. She is sprightly for her age; her abilities including fetching me apples, picking up things from the floor and catching enough key words to maintain a conversation. I am hoping to become this able by the time I am 96.
She showed me a photo of her parents: her mother was Irish and her father German (both Catholic) - it is through her that I get my 1/16 German blood, which explains why I am on time 1 out of every 16 occasions.
I'd like to hear more about her parents and the past - instead Grandma has given me, as long as I have known her, endless verbal diarrhoea which is mainly contemporary gossip about people I have never met.
Bless her.
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