Days of Wine and Roses
One day, as a young child, I was visiting my cousins when I discovered that I had a grandpa I knew nothing about. When she was 17, my mom got pregnant with my oldest sister Pam. Mom’s disengaged, neglectful father disowned her. Being that he rarely talked with her anyways, I don’t know that it broke her heart, but she’s no longer with us so I can’t say for sure. My mother and my grandmother would get together, secretly, fairly often. I loved my happy, fun loving grandma Ruth. We met grandpa Virge for the first time somewhere around my eighth birthday. That would’ve made my sister Pam around 19! Talk about holding a grudge. Anyhoo, my grandparents eventually moved to a town called Yucca Valley, which is about an hour from Palm Springs, California. We would visit often, and although an introvert, Virge took a liking to me. He gave me a nickname and would allow me to sit in his studio while he worked on his art. All the years he made his wood enlay pictures, he never gave a single ...