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Part 2:  I remember Grandma taking me for an early breakfast on that trip and I remember asking her a lot of questions about World War Two, what it was like, how she felt about being American given the past twenty years of America behaving badly (as I had been learning about in detail my first two years of college).  She was patriotic and didn’t like the hard questions.  
She did not like me insinuating my Dad was a draft dodger, that is for sure.  She vehemently corrected me, made sure I understood how patriotic my father was and how he 100% would have gone to Vietnam had he been allowed to go.  Given a lifetime of hearing my parents say such different things, I was taken aback by her strong reaction but smart enough to understand that was her version of reality and I had no business poking my nose in it.  
I remember coming out on the other side of that week with a great tan, extremely well rested and probably a couple of pounds thinner.  I also may have showed up at her front door at the beginning of the week with a terrible cold because that is usually how I roll.  They all would have been very sympathetic to that, however, and mostly, I remember the whole visit feeling restorative.  And like I got to know Grandma in a different way - see her as an adult.

Part 3:  I have lots of other memories of Grandma of course.
Some of my favorites are of her standing on the beach, watching the ocean.  There was something about the way she did it. Like being grounded in the moment, being present in her body in a way that only an athlete can be. I always noticed it and I always admired it and now when I think of her, I remember it.  Also the way she would casually put her hands on her hips, but with fingers facing behind her, to open up the rib cage.  Nick always did the same thing.  It sounds weird when I write it, but it is true.  
I remember her buying me a cabbage patch doll when I desperately wanted one.  I also remember it was the tomboy doll with short hair named Toby, which was never my jam, but mostly I remember how incredibly excited I was to get the cabbage patch doll, butch haircut notwithstanding, and Grandma’s face and whole body mirroring the excitement I felt.
I also remember Grandma taking me to a diner in Avon for lunch one day, just me and her. I was allowed to order whatever I wanted - I got a grilled cheese sandwich and possibly a chocolate milkshake and I can still recall the taste of the grill-cheese to this day.  Maybe because at that time in my life, being the only one and being able to order whatever I wanted was a huge deal.  Not sure, but it left quite an impact on me.  
One of my favorite most recent memories:  Her holding Eleanor and talking about her memories (or non-memories) of having her own babies (she was heavily drugged) and then beating all of us in a contest for number of consecutive paddle ball hits that same weekend.

I want to share a few memories of Grandma but the character limit is giving me attitude, and there is no option to format, so please forgive me.  I will share in 4 parts!  Part 1- Spring break with Grandma, Aunt Ruth and Dorothy:
Dinner was not so exciting, but one night Grandma made chicken cordon bleu, and it was delicious. Unfortunately she only made enough for each of us to have one piece.  When I wanted more, Grandma rightly pointed out the amount I ate was in fact the correct portion size for an adult.  I think back to that moment from time to time, especially whenever I am on a health kick, because Grandma must have known how to eat to be sated and not eat out of boredom or because it tastes good, like most people. 
She also wouldn’t let me have a glass of white wine with the chicken cordon bleu because I was a month shy of 20 and the legal drinking age was 21.  And she definitely did NOT want to hear about what Yale was letting me get away with every weekend despite being 19.  
When I was all tucked in the pull-out sofa at 8:45pm for the second night in a row, I realized this was going to be a week of going to bed by 8:30, reading until 10, waking up at 6:30am and a whole lot of golf and other sports on tv, so I just decided to lean into it.  I love sleep and I love reading AND I love an ambient temperature of 80 degrees, so there was a lot to lean into, as long as I could ignore the sports.  
I did get really bored at some point and started jogging- not because I liked it back then - but literally to have something to do.  I vaguely remember Grandma playing tennis and swimming laps and maybe even playing golf and playing bridge- a constant doer.  Doing things I had no interest in (and still don’t!) but doing things just the same.  And I do have a serious case of FOMO, so I felt like I too had to do something, thus the jogging.

I  stood on the jetty calling the boats by name as they came up the shark river, GG prompting me if I hesitated. GG was the feeling of Summer, idle weeks of sand, sea, ice cream, outside showers and Jeopardy. GG was early morning tennis matches and gooey cheese omelets. GG was tightly contested golf rounds as I got older. GG was Ruth's best friend and master of the black floored kitchen. GG was the worn, but neatly arranged old woman blankets on the twin beds in the spare room.  GG was the ice cream maven. GG was the schoolmarm tightly controlling 29 modern kids in a parochial throwback classroom. GG was dinner at 530 and bed by 8. GG was uncle Patrick walking on his hands. GG was Dick buying me Yoo Hoo and fishing for blues. GG was my dad's love of outdoor showers. GG was getting scolded for sand in the food at the beach. GG was learning that you must count every stroke in golf, and a stroke was anytime your club touched the ball. GG was the first woman lifeguard on the Jersey Shore. GG was the badass swimming laps in the waves.  GG was Avon by the sea. 

Nick --Margaret's grandson

Ms. Peggy was one of the sweetest and most kind hearted people I've ever known. She was loved by so many and will be greatly missed by everyone that she has come in contact with. I miss her dearly. 
My condolences to her family.

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Margaret Ann Sullivan

27 noviembre, 1926 – 30 diciembre, 2023

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