i wonder if my grandparents worrried about crap like this.
one grampa lost a thriving business in the depression, worked hard the balance of his life, at reduced consumption level. their apt was spartan but pleasant. i remember the couch. the dresser. old heavy wood furniture. i was happy there. they were so proud of my mom.
frankly he seemed like a very happy dude. he was always cheerful. he had not much, but it seemed like more than enough for him. he loved playing chess with us, taking us to the park. maybe he was nervous but i didnt see it. lived a long life. i wish he could play chess with my boys. he had the old pieces in a wood box. i think the set was slightly mismatched. very used, very old.
the other was more hardcharging, a lawyer who made money in business but died way too young, not much older than me. yikes.
my understanding is my dad was always searching for approval .
i doubt that grampa worried much about anything from what i hear. he made others worry.
