Grandma Patsy

Oh Grandma Patsy.  We do love you.  Let me tell you all the awesome things about Grandma Patsy.I can't do it justice in just one blog, but...Well, first I should start with when I was little I used to rub her legs and sometimes she would have stubble on them and I was in love with the stubble because it was my mom.  I am pretty sure I used to brush the stubble.

Grandma Patsy used to give me "manicures".  Which means she would try to make my body stay still for one second while she painted my nails with the Revlon nail polish color.  I am pretty sure that is how I learned the word mauve.

Also she would ALWAYS let me invite a friend over for dinner.  Who doesn't love that?  Now of course this friend could be the homeless man from 23rd St and 1st Ave, but Grandma P. would be like, it's cool.  Do you eat pork?

But usually it was Brad, and usually we were having chicken cutlets.  Brad would seriously jump on his skateboard and be there in three nanoseconds for my mom's chicken cutlets. He used to ask me what we were having.  Then he would ask his mom what she was making, and weigh his decision. I am pretty sure GPs cutlets won every single time.

GP always took us to the Bronx Zoo (I think it is now called the Nature Conservatory Parkoramoville Educational Center for Learning Peoples) on Saturdays or Central Park.

And she would let me and my friends climb the rocks in Central Park - which for NYC kids is pretty much akin to us hiking the Oregon Trail.  And we would fly off and climb these huge rocks (perhaps not the best parenting decision?) and slide down and have hot dogs and go to the zoo.  And there would Grandma Patsy be...eating her popcorn. Obvs.