My plans to record my family history starting with my grandmother, as detailed in this post, are finally starting to take shape. I had to call my grandmother up on Monday evening to get some details squared away. Calling is always an interesting experience when you are dealing with someone who doesn’t have the best hearing. I still remember the last time I called her.
Me: MAWMA, IT’S MATTHEW.
Grandmother: Who? The mafia!?
Me: NO, MATTHEW!! YOUR GRANDSON!
Grandmother: Ohh, hey Matthew. I didn’t think the mafia would be calling me.
Luckily this time, when I shouted my name she understood. The conversation went well, and we worked out a date in the summer for me to head to NC and talk with her.
She ended the conversation by saying how good it was to speak with me and my new northern accent. Ouch, that hurts. I guess only family can cut you to the bone like that.