My Crazy Polish Grandma

My last remaining Grandma passed away yesterday. This post contains stories and reflections about her... it's a way for me to grieve without becoming too distraught. She was a funny little lady... Her Crazy Past I called her "My Crazy Polish Grandma," but in actuality my Grandma was neither crazy nor Polish. She was born in 1924 in an apartment in Brooklyn, the youngest of 8 children.  Her parents were Frank and Katherine Masluk, and they were Austrian.  The only thing I know about either Continue Reading