Growing up in the 1980s, my sister and I spent a lot of time over at the house of our widowed grandmother. After my grandpa died, she moved to be closer to my mom and dad and only lived a few blocks away. Hence, she was often in demand for babysitting etc, and indeed relished every single time we visited. Well, mostly!
Wendy and I mainly knew our grandma as a mild-mannered, loving and indulgent old lady. But there were times when we were reminded that there was a very different side to Grandma!