On Sunday morning we said goodbye to the boyfriend’s Grandma Marian at the ripe old age of 95 years young. I met her in 2007, when she just a spring chicken, and she won me over immediately with her smart aleck mouth and affinity for crossword puzzles. She always had a joke ready to go, and was ready to sing you an old tune for any occasion. When we told her we got a new puppy named Clover, she immediately launched into a rendition of “Roll Me Over in the Clover“, a song we had never heard before but will now never forget. In addition to being well versed in early to mid 20th century sexual innuendo laced folk songs, Grandma Marian was the queen of the dance floor, as evidenced by this photo from her granddaughter’s wedding in 2008, when she was 91.
Word around town is that Grandma Marian was a heck of a water polo player in her youth, and her grandson-in-law thought it would be nice for all of us to sign a water polo ball for her to take with her into that great olympic sized pool in the sky.
You already are a champ Grandma Marian. We are all so blessed to have known and loved you. Say hi to my Grandma Cobb and my Grandma Ollie. I hope the three of you are knitting, doing crosswords, eating pierogies and pies, and dancing like crazy. We love you and will miss you.