Grandma was a cheater. Checkers, cards; at any game we asked her to play, she cheated. I wondered for a while if it was being hard of hearing, not understanding the rules…..but no. She just cheated.
And not just at games. When she read books to us, she skipped sentences, paragraphs and pages, whatever she could get away with.
When my sisters were little, they got even. She would read to them at nap time, and thinking they were asleep, she would tip-toe down the stairs. They would wait until she went all the way down the stairs before they yelled very loudly, in sing-song voices, “Grandma, we’re not sleeping.’ She would climb up the stairs and read again.
She was an interesting babysitter. Lots of polka music on the stereo: Frankie Yankovic.
When we did something we weren’t supposed to, (while she was napping) she covered for us. I remember my sisters trying to catch the guppies in the 10 gallon fish tank with a comb. Why a comb? Who knows. They were quite successful, though. Grandma scooped up the poor little guys, after they stopped flopping and put them back in the tank. We were adults before my mother found out why her fish raising efforts were unsuccessful!