Growing up, probably in the late-1970s my Mom would get worried that Dad would get a heart attack and die and be left raising us and having to pay the mortgage and the property tax... This is what the "conversation" would be like...
Mom: Frank! Frank! Stop! You'll get a heart attack if you shovel snow too much. Frank!
Dad: Rosie stop it!
You see, my Mom's Mom (Baba) had two husbands. The first one died and they had a daughter together...my Mom's half-sister, which my Baba never encouraged or my Mom didn't allow herself to get to know.
Baba then re-married to Jacob Mymryck in the 1930s. They birthed one daughter, Rose Memrick.
My grandfather Jacob lived from November 1877 to March 1941 I never knew. My Mom was born in July 1936 when grandfather Jacob was 58 yrs. old. My Mom said (when she was living) that he entered a nursing home, St. Joseph's in St. Boniface, Manitoba when my Mom was about 3...so she never really got to get the bonding with her Dad at a very critical time.
So it would seem that my Mom carried some anxiety from this event, always in the background worrying that my Dad would get sick and die.
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