My grandpa was born in 1909 and my granny in 1919. Grandpa didn't really like to talk to you unless you were his age, contributed to the food on the table, or were able to fix shit. I suppose he would talk in church, as he was a deacon, but I never paid attention then.
They said he had grown soft by the time I came around, which meant he would smile about once a year and buy me a Butterfinger after church.
He seemed to have a strong belief that you had to be worthy of speaking or being listened to and instilled that in my mom, who is a Boomer. However, I notice that the rural, poor Boomers are vastly different than the Joe Cumias of the world.
My mom gives my cousins shit for feeding their kids sugar, not reading to them, and showing them the screens way too early and relying on them. She made our meals, banned sodas and junk food from our house, and knows how to sew, make soap, etc because she had to sit under my hard-ass granny who needed the help with all that shit because town was too far away to just go buy everything.
Anyway, she's not much different than the other women in her demo out here, but the further into suburbia/urban areas you go the more useless the people in her generation become.
When I worked with the public I was always amazed at people who were her age and I assumed they knew how to do basic shit, or at least had the capacity to learn, and I came to learn that Boomers could be some of the most indignant, lazy motherfuckers born of a woman.
Just would never even put in any effort to memorize how to complete a task and would stare at you like an idiot for not doing every single step for them. Shit is baffling.
