I never knew whether to correct her or go along with her imaginings. So I did a little of both depending on her mood and mine. Her adult children, however, were quick to set her straight. Her memory lapses left a void they weren’t prepared to fill. She’d always been the matriarch, the one struggling to control them, well into their adulthood. Their resentments ran deep. I adored her. My grandmother Anna was born in 1891 to an Irish mother and Italian father, both newly-arrived immigrants. Her daughter-in-law believed it was the Irish half that made her tough. Anna never … Continue reading Wouldn’t You Like to Know? by Patricia A. Nugent