My grandmother died in 1965, but her birthday is coming up, and that
always causes me to reminisce.
The long walks we used to take to the store on Crawford Road , the
quarters she gave me for meaningless jobs like pulling weeds or washing the
sidewalk.
Those gems were all good, but the one I remember most, the jewel in the
crown of grandmotherly advice, occurred when I was only about 13. We were
sitting in a park having just finished collecting some 40 soda bottles for
the deposit money on a beautiful spring day.
She told me that one day, I would find a wonderful woman and start my
own family. 'And always remember this thing,' she said. 'Be sure you marry a
woman with small hands.'
'How come, Grandma?' I asked her.
She answered in her soft Irish voice. 'Makes your dick look bigger.'
Kinda brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it ?
