I am my grandmother’s granddaughter. I have vivid memories of three things regarding my grandmother. The first was the vision of her half hanging out the window, keeping watch on all the goings on in the neighborhood. (Read: Yenta) The second was her weekly Mah Jong game, to which I might add I have been playing…monthly for a year now. The third and final was her bingo addiction. And I am confessing now…to you…..that I have become a fan of OnlineBingo.com, because honestly, I draw the line at hitting bingo parlors (is there such a thing anymore, anyway?) and running around with those colored marker bottles.
My own mother tried to carry on the bingo tradition with my own son, by buying him a Bingo Set one Hanukkah. Sadly she was more interested in it than her 5 year old grandson, who’s only desire was to spin the ball cage the entire time. She and I ended up playing it ourselves, several times until my son got a hold of the set. B6, and I19 were lost in the abyss along with my wedding band. All three of which are STILL missing……6 years later.
So, I have become my grandmother, and it actually makes me smile to think that I do take after her. She was an amazing woman and perhaps one of the most influential people in my life. My son was named after her. Most of my passwords contain part of her name. I have her eyes. I have her desire to volunteer for everything in the world. I hug as freely as she did.
I think of her every time I sit on my front porch in the summer. I think of her every time I use her Mah Jong set. And I think of her every time I hear or see a bingo number being called.