Reader Joan Wolcott has reminded me that my grandmother, besides being a major motion picture star, also taught Sunday school, and, in addition, was a wacky, fun-loving kook that I was glad to be related to.
She was born in 1893, so I really didn’t get to know her till she was practically 70 years old. As a person of the 19th century, she had the quaint notion that all of us Fountain boys should behave as “little gentleman” and was forever correcting our behavior, which you can imagine did not go over well.
Nowadays, I regret not playing along with her wishes a bit more, I mean, how hard would it have been to stand up when she entered the room, for instance? I was a spoiled brat and that’s too bad. She was a great lady.