Some of the best conversations I’ve had with my dad have been about his childhood. I can’t think of one time I haven’t left laughing hysterically at some sad story he told me. I know…totally not sympathetic, but I can’t help myself. He’s such a great storyteller and an interaction between him and my nephew Zach reminded me of the following gem:
Dad: Growing up we used to associate with this couple named the Pozzis. I hated the Pozzis. They used to give your Aunt Jackie and your Uncle Tom money right in front of me and left me high and dry. Who does that? Isn’t that just terrible?
Me: And you made it through that okay?
Dad: Well, yes. Mostly because when my Nana would see this, she would pull me aside and give me some money and say “those damn Pozzis.”
I of course had to remind my dad of this scenario when I saw him pull Zach aside and give him a sucker and not Annie. He didn’t laugh when I said, “Wow. Just think of Annie at 52 telling her kids how Gramps didn’t give her a damn sucker.”
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