May 5, 2010
Listening to mom talk about Grandma these days, with her firecracker outbursts and mutterings, it is clear which side of the family my temper comes from. I can remember being startled by, but not afraid of her outbursts when I was young. She would often mutter ominously for a few minutes, and then whatever caused it was gone, and she'd smile sunnily at me. Grandpa could almost always cajole her back into good temper fairly quickly, even when it was him she was muttering about. Looking back, I don't know that I ever saw him get really angry about anything.