Thoughts about Grandparents, Part 2

On my dad’s side of the family I had three “grandparents”; two official ones and one unofficial. My dad’s mother was my “Nana”, while his father was “Grandfather”. I’ll get to the third grandparent in a minute.

Like my mom, my dad was also the youngest child in his family; his mother was 33 or so when he was born. He had two older sisters. His father was the Chancellor at the Greek embassy in Washington, DC. I believe Nana worked at the embassy and that’s how his parents met. They divorced when he was 8; apparently Nana couldn’t bring herself to accept the European “custom” that her husband having a mistress on the side was no big deal as long as he was discreet about it.

Nana met Daisy Roth when Nana was in the hospital giving birth to my dad and Daisy was her nurse. Daisy was hired to move in to help Nana take care of the kids; and after Nana’s divorce, they continued living together. As far as I was concerned, then, Daisy was another grandparent. She came to family dinners, went everywhere that Nana did, and often took care of my brother and I when my folks were away.

So for me, my grandparents were “Grandma and Grandpa”, “Nana and Daisy”, and as a distant third, “Grandfather”.

Daisy and Nana
Daisy and I
Nana and I
My brother with Dad and Grandfather. This was the only time I ever met Grandfather.

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