bookish dreamer

*waves*  we're back!

A little history - my mom is the middle child of seven, and my grandmother, who died in the 90s, was an iron fisted ruler who didn't really show very much mercy.  All of her kids are marked by this in different ways.  Heck, her husband, nay, the entire extended family probably, have at one time or another felt the effects of this possibly undiagnosed mental instability.

For example: one of my only memories of a visit to Kansas as a child includes me crying in the family dinning room because my grandmother was berating my mother - and then having my grandmother notice, point at me, and say to my mother "See, now you've made your daughter cry!" in a triumphant and condemning voice.

And even though she's been gone, it seemed to me for a while that she passed her legacy of anger onto one or another of her daughters (thankfully never my mother).  First it was my aunt Sue, who began berating my mom long distance.  Then, when Sue passed away too, it seemed like Lila was bucking for the title of evil matriarch.

But it seems as if age, time, and the removal of that personality have finally softened my Page-side of the family. 

( so here's what I learned in Kansas )