I was visiting another site and a post involved visiting relatives when young. It brought back some memories.
We lived in Virginia at the time when the trip to the Grandparents took 12 hours. Both sets of grandparents lived north of Boston, but near each other. Well, that's why my parents met.
I loved visiting my dad's parents, they had a large house and a small farm. Grampa had a lobster boat, so we were drowned in lobster in many forms when we visited. There was a tree house in the big apple tree. We helped pick beans and corn. Gramma was Amish and made wonderful chicken with dumplings.
She got up early and so did I as a pre-teen and teen and we played rummy until the rest of the family got up. I helped her make breakfast. It's partly how I learned to cook. My Capt Crunch cereal there. Waffles, pancakes, eggs...
Grmma never gave me any mercy when playing rummy. I learned to win the hard way. But the highlight of the evening was when the family sat down to lay "Cinch" (aka Set Back). If you don't know what that is, it is like cut-throat bridge and Hearts or Spades.
I was allowed into the family game when I was about 13 or 14. Gramma vouched for me for good Rummy skills.
Its a no-holds-barred game and no one gave mercy. You declare how many tricks you will take and the highest bidder announces the trump suit. You toss away all the non-trump cards and fill your hand to 6 -8 cards from the remaining deck.
Gramma was infamous for saying "oh, I filled" meaning she had a hand of all trump cards. She played lethally. She almost always won. But it was played in pairs. I was usually her partner when me visited. The players were Gramma and Grampa, my uncle, Dad (Mom could never play cards worth a damn) and sometimes an aunt or two.
Dad had his Mom's killer instinct, but his best game was poker. Gramma and I thought alike and usually won. It was never kindness to me as a kid. Like I said, they all played to win; they would beat their kids at Candyland when they could. It was altogether wonderful.
Every year, we went to a great chinese restaurant.
And then we had to spend days at Mom's parents. That was altogether awful. They were Victorian. The house was always dim with fake Tiffany lampshades everywhere. Kids couldn't do anything fun. You could hardly see anything after sunset.
The house was practically a mausoleum. Chairs had doilies to protect the fabric. The most exciting thing was a next door kid who could flip backwards and land on his back. I mowed the lawn "for fun".
Grampa was kind, but very religious. He once took me on a walk as a child just to get me into a church. He thought that might change my whole life. I felt cheated and lied-to. The high point of our visit was when Grampa would walk us to a candy store. We couldn't have any actual candy, but a candy bar was allowed. I always chose a Skybar. It had 4 different pockets of flavors.
Gramma Mom's cooking was horrid and I learned why Mom couldn't cook either. Every vegetable had to be boiled to death. If brocolli wasn't gray, it wasn't cooked enough. Meat was boiled and if you haven't had a boiled steak, I don't recommend it. One year, Gramma Mom even bought a watermelon "for us kids" and she cut the heart out for herself because "why would children care"?
I did and Mom shushed me.
Aren't different grandparents weird?
