Mary Francis Flynn Curley

Today is my Grandmother’s 80th birthday. It’s amazing to think what she’s seen in her lifetime, the great depression, WWII, all that big hair!! By the time she was my age her life was pretty much set. She was living the house my grandfather built she had 4 of her five children and was just eight years from having her first of her 11 grandchildren.

The best thing about my Grandmother is she isn’t knitting baking type of Granny, she’s a party girl. She is loud, brash, and has a wicked sense of humor and I love every bit of it

Over the summer she and a friend had gone to the local 99 for lunch. The waitress came to take her drink order. My grandmother ordered a 7 and 7. Apparently the waitress wasn’t used to little old ladies drinking whiskey in the middle of the day.

“Don’t you think that will be a little heavy for you?”

Had it been about 10 years ago my Grandmother probably would have backhanded the poor girl in the back of the head like she did to me the day I asked her if she could cook when I was 7. However my Grandmother took the highroad.

“Don’t worry I’ve been doing this for a long time I’m pretty sure I can handle it.”

“Scotty can you imagine her saying that to me? It was after noon for christsakes and it’s not like I was driving. And I don’t mind telling you that girl had a few miles on her.”