Day 78 - Spirits of the Past

I was never able to really know 3 of my 4 grandparents. My paternal grandpa died before I was born, paternal grandma when I was about 3 and my maternal papa when I was almost 10. I was honored to have my maternal grandmother move in with my family and share with me her life until I moved out of the house around age 20.

While I love hearing stories about all of them, my favorite ones are my Dad's of his father. Grandpa Frank was a character, Italian through and through. A favorite tale of mine tells of his time spent as a bootlegger during prohibition, and an accident that blew the roof off the house while making a batch of whiskey. There is another story of him being shot while running from the police, but we'll save that for another time.

So many of the skills that would help make a person a formidable, contributing member of a group of survivors, are the same ones our grandparents embraced (canning, farming, living within your means). Whiskey making runs in my family, so I may need to add distilling to my list of activites - that would be a great bartering tool, and potential weapon.

At the very least, I can be ferschnoshked when zombies overrun the world.