More on Grandma Coia. She was a short, dark-haired, black-eyed Italian woman with a hooked Roman nose. I barely knew her as she died when I was five years old, but I recall that nose and her shrieking foreign voice calling to me, "Come-a to Grrrandma Coia!" I would run and hide. I thought she was a witch. Too bad I wasn't older and could have gotten truly to know her.
In 1951 she was living with her son Victor and his wife Myrtle, my grandparents. They decided they'd had enough of Grandma in the same house with them. I can't say I blame them. Who wants your mother/mother in law right there in the house all the time? In 1952 my grandparents remodeled their house, giving Grandma quarters next door to them in a newly created apartment. My folks visited Grandma just after she had been given her own place next door. You'd think they'd sent her to Siberia. Grandma was crying. "My son and Myrtle, they-a throw me out of their house," she sniffed. "They-a send me away over here." She wiped her eyes. Just then the upstairs toilet flushed next door. Grandma burst into a fresh flood of tears and wailed, "And they even shit on my head!"
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- I've been a pastor of several churches of 100 to 500 members, a sales representative, a corporate trainer, and have worked in offices in various capacities. I've lived in Wales, Germany, England, and Brazil. I took comedy lessons at Comedy Gym and performed a couple of times on amateur night at a comedy club. Now I'm back to being a pastor again.
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