She rocked back and forth nervously asking "Where are you Jesus? Where are you Jesus?" And finally exclaiming when she found the statue "HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!" Can you imagine what happened when the family painted the house blue? Or the time she drove down the road and was looking for the church with the big statue of Jesus and she got lost in traffic in the rain. One time she rode her bicylce and she knew to make the left turn at the yellow house. She always exclaims "Well they had four platefuls!!"
She didn't know what to do so she repeatedly throwing hewr hands in made up sign language yelled "BAMBINO! SCHOOL! BAMBINO! SCHOOL!" And everyone who has heard the story of how the relatives were hesitant to eat her spaghetti sauce when they discovered she was of Jewish background. One time Italian relatives who only spoke Italian arrived at her house in the Bronx unexpectedly and she had to pick up her children. Some of the situations are very much like a zany Lucy situation. Most don't care because they make us smile and laugh. Grandma Cyn have that in common, we retell our stories as if it's the first time people have heard them.
I tell and retell a Grandma Cyn story just about every day. She lived for many years with her very difficult mother in-law whom she did love very much.
Grandma Cyn married into this very big Italian family, raised her children in the Bronx and then later in North Jersey. Grandma Cyn lost both her parents by the time she was thirteen years old and was pretty much raised by her older sister, my Aunt Gladys (who will be 91 this summer).
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She is vivacious, full of life, exciting, fun, and oh so entertaining. She has this huge fan club and the funny thing is she hasn't met even an eighth of her fans! But truth be told I can really write an entire book on my Grandma Cyb. Grandma Cyn is very famous in my very big world with a very large entourage of people. Anyone who knows me knows about a thousand Grandma Cyn stories.