It's funny, because I never thought about it at the time. I look back and I see all the things she did, or I hear stories from my mother or my grandfather, and I realize how many different talents she had. (Languages. She and my grandfather were once in Italy. My grandmother was dark-haired, dark-eyed, and had a habit of picking up accents from her surroundings; her Italian was imperfect, but her pronunciation was flawless. My grandfather, on the other hand, opened his mouth and sounded exactly like a New York Jew. The waiter at the table where they were having lunch leaned over, glanced at my grandfather, and murmured covertly to my grandmother, "What's a good Italian girl like you doing with an American like him?") But when she was alive, I don't think I would have been surprised by anything she knew how to do.
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It's funny, because I never thought about it at the time. I look back and I see all the things she did, or I hear stories from my mother or my grandfather, and I realize how many different talents she had. (Languages. She and my grandfather were once in Italy. My grandmother was dark-haired, dark-eyed, and had a habit of picking up accents from her surroundings; her Italian was imperfect, but her pronunciation was flawless. My grandfather, on the other hand, opened his mouth and sounded exactly like a New York Jew. The waiter at the table where they were having lunch leaned over, glanced at my grandfather, and murmured covertly to my grandmother, "What's a good Italian girl like you doing with an American like him?") But when she was alive, I don't think I would have been surprised by anything she knew how to do.