To the rest of our family, Grandma Rose was – let’s be charitable and use the word “eccentric”. In the words of my mother, my father’s mother was a “nuttier than a fruitcake” and often suggested that she be put in a rubber room somewhere.
To me, Grandma Rose was a breath of fresh air in a family that had more than their share of stuffed shirts and snobs. The beauty of Grandma Rose was that you never knew what she was going to say. She would come up with the wackiest comments, or