He Loved the Ladies...

So Mom has been telling tales about her in-laws lately. Did you know that my grandparents wouldn't drive? My grandfather had been a trolley driver in Pittsburgh in the early part of the century - wow, 100 years ago or so - and he killed a little boy who jumped in front of his trolley. Or so goes the tale. So, though cars came and most got them, he didn't.

My grandmother eventually learned to drive - though never well - and she would drive all over. She was grandma "go-go" while my other grandma, who got struck by lightning twice, was grandma "rock-rock."

Back to Grandpa. He died when I was young - 7 I think. I don't remember him well, for he was old as the hills when I was a kid. He was born in 1889 and he died in the 70's. I remember him sitting on the couch, and Grandma imploring him to "eat his banana." But he was an interesting guy. He loved to tease my Grandma, who wouldn't say shit if her mouth was full of it, according to my mom. When my grandpa went to the doctor's office for a checkup, late in life, he came back and was telling my parents and Grandma about it. Apparently, when the doctor was complimenting his health, Grandpa asked if he could still be with his wife. The doctor said, if you do, do once for me! Of course, Grandpa said this in front of the whole family. Poor Grandma.

He used to sing a song, "I love the ladies," and, in his youth, he probably did. He didn't get married until he was in his 30's, and he was 13 years older than my grandma. But he loved my grandma, and what's more, he respected her. That much, I do remember. He was a good guy.

And he loved the ladies.

Now, anyone know that song? I think it's the one by Irving Kaufman, but I can't do real audio on this mac, so I can't play it for mom to confirm...

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