By Ehud Would
Poppa, God rest him, was a real grandfather. He passed on stories, fables, limericks, work ethic, how to throw a respectable punch, a fear of God, and respect for how the West was won. And he bestowed me my first pocket knife with all the solemnity of knighthood.
Mema, bless her memory, was a real grandmother. She did all that grandmotherly sort of stuff like baking cookies, knitting, needlepoint, and the like. Ever doting on her grandchildren, she yet reinforced Christian virtues with utmost severity.