I have been thinking about a lot of things lately. The other day when I was visiting my grandfather, he told me and my sister about when he was married to our grandmother. You see, my family tree has many branches because of divorce. My grandfather and grandmother divorced when my father was 7 years old. My grandfather is now 96 years old. I saw him when I was little but when my parents divorced when I was 8 years old, I no longer saw him until a few years ago after his second wife passed away.
He mentioned his first wife, Madeline and we said that we knew her. He told us that we were too young to be alive when he was married to her. We had to explain that yes, we didn't know her when he was married to her but we knew her when we were kids - she was grandma! I didn't know her well, but I did know her!
After that got straightened out he told us about how wonderful of a woman she was but she had a temper. She was told that he had a girlfriend and she got so mad at him that she chased in through the neighborhood with a butcher knife. After that incident and a few other instances of violence, her parents came to him and asked him to divorce her and he agreed.
I don't know if he actually had a girlfriend but thinking about your grandmother chasing your grandfather with a butcher knife is quite a head trip. I immediately thought that everyone's point of view made their own circumstances look better. I talked to my mother and my father about it and they confirmed that she did have a terrible temper and she had thrown a gravy boat at my father's face when he was a young married man and she wouldn't speak to her son for several years after that. What ever happened to sweet grandmas? Is there such a thing?
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