I keep thinking of stories I could add to my autobiography (soon to be published) but this one is really part of my grandmother’s story. This is my grandparents with their two daughters.
She was a phenomenal housekeeper, gardener, and cook, and she was absolutely devoted to my grandfather. For good reason–he was a great man–honest, hardworking, generous, and kind. And she was amazing. He used to say if someone could not get along with her, they wouldn’t be able to get along with anybody. After the war (WWII), they had nothing but a suitcase full of worthless Hungarian money. So they were very, very frugal. But one day my grandfather came home with a woodworking Lathe. He made many beautiful things. But later my grandmother came home with a new hat. When my grandfather saw it, He said, “WHAT is THAT?!?!?! She replied demurely, “It’s a lathe.” 😀
