The Sunday Giveaway: Two tickets to You Can’t Take It With You on Broadway!

Another week, another free pair of tickets to a Broadway show!

And this week, we’ve got two tickets to that classic belly-laugh-inducing You Can’t Take It With You starring James Earl “I Am Your Father” Jones.

You Can’t Take It With You is a classic from the golden age of comedy.  The original production (penned by Moss Hart and George S. Kaufman) opened in 1936 and ran for an epic (in those days) 838 performances.  And get this, it also won the Pulitzer Prize in 1937.  (Why is that such a feat?  Well, a comedy hasn’t won that prize in the last 14 years, and there have only been a handful of comedic winners since that Prize started getting handed out!)

You weren’t sure you wanted to see it before, were you?  And now you do, don’t you?

Yep, You Can’t Take It . . . has a huge place in theatrical history, and one of you gets to see it for free.

Here’s how to enter to win:

The play is about a crazy family.

I know what you’re saying, “Crazy family?  Ha!  You haven’t seen mine.”

Tell me which one of your family members or extended family members is such a character, they should be a character!  (Living or not-so-living – so great-grandpa the cad qualifies.)

I’ll go first.  Mine has got to be the great-grandfather cad in my life, Delbert Essex Davenport – the dude who I named my theater after.  Del was married about five times, represented the actual Hilton sisters (the conjoined twins that are the subject of Side Show), and once made up a story about how my mom was pulled  from oncoming traffic by her dog – just to get some press!

Everyone has got a character in their family.  Give me one.  And maybe you’ll win tickets to see the crazies in You Can’t Take It With You.

 

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  • Lori says:

    My grandmother is the life of the party.

  • Lydia says:

    My uncle lives on a swamp that is surrounded by stray cats that he likes to feed. He also has a pet dog that he treats like a human.

  • Aaron Deitsch says:

    My little brother would do anything for a laugh

  • Randi says:

    My great uncle worked for a candy company as well as a pharmaceutical company. Embezzled money and spent time in jail.

  • emily says:

    I have a cousin who learned magic tricks so she could bust them out when dates weren’t going well.

  • Sarah P. says:

    I’m actually the only weirdo in my family, I think, so maybe I’m the character. 🙂

  • Lisa B. says:

    My great aunt Terry – she just passed at 91. She had a house full of musical instruments – all of which she could play including a steel drum. She also rescued every stray furry animal that came her way and had a squirrel that liked to sleep on her head. She wrote Yiddish music and she was married to a TV and Audio director who died in a helicopter crash. The settlement from that made her a wealthy lady and then she squandered her fortune.

  • David. Pershica smith says:

    My grandmother Cleo.
    During the depression she decided to give piano lessons to make money.
    So at the age of 13. She started taking lessons and then started taking – “absolute beginners only!” As students. She was literally a week or two more advanced than her students. Lol.

    She married 6 times. Every other husband died. So when you married Cleo you had a 50 per cent chance of getting divorced. Or a 50 per cent chance of dying. (She didn’t kill any of them. ).
    She had 12 kids and insisted everyone of them learn to play the Harmonica.

    Someone once gave her one of those “I’m with stupid” tshirts. She mailed it to Laura Bush. And three months later called the White House to complain that she never got as much as a thank you note.
    I could go on….

    • Omg, these are great. This is my favorite so far. I love reading about people who marry multiple times. They know how to make a commitment, just don’t know how to keep it.

      Am on a 7 hour train ride. Between these crazy relatives and “Act One” by Moss Hart, this is a highly entertaining trip.

  • Lauri L says:

    When my mom (who is 4’8″ tall) was a teen, she got into a catfight over a boy and escaped via motorcycle when her mother arrived to break it up, and GAVE HERSELF a tattoo. She now lives with me and recently I came home from work to find her standing on her bed, dressed only in her underwear and shoes, trying to reach a spider that was on the ceiling (she didn’t want it to fall into her clothes…)

  • Max Schwager says:

    My aunt, who has never been married and has no kids always is the center of attention at any family gathering

  • Michael Camelo says:

    It would have to be my grandmother. She is a sweet Italian grandmother, who makes sauce in her basement, grows her own garden and has a cockerpoo named Tobey. She wasn’t always this sweet mature woman, because she isn’t old, according to her! If you happen to call her old she looks at you with this funny look as she reaches for her shoe… Now why is this threatening. The tale states, once when my uncle was younger, he came home after having stayed out all night with a girl. He walked inside to my grandfather, who quickly warned him to run… Before he thought twice my uncle booked it out the door and down the street. But he could not escape my grandmother and her incredible aim, she swiftly followed him out the door, removed her shoe and tosses it straight for his head. He never stayed out with another woman again til he was engaged… What she likes to call, the original both control!

  • David Abramson says:

    My father would pick vacum cleaners out of the garbage, take them home and repair them and sell them

  • Francesca says:

    My grandfather is quite the character- I love him, but he’s incredibly stubborn. He cracks our family up though when it comes to technology. He insists on deleting all his e-mails once he’s done with them so that “the government can’t find them”. He also likes to type in very small font because he thinks it saves space. Also, one time before our family left for a trip to Maryland to visit a friend, he asked us for the friend’s e-mail so that he could still communicate with us. Got to love older people and technology!

  • The crazy character in my family is me. The Ivy League led to a Wall Street Hedge Fund. Then that crazy character quit the hot Situational Investing Alternative Investment job to be an actor. How do you think my hardcore businessman father reacted? But the resourceful me was able to structure an employment arrangement as a ‘cannibal’, (not dining on human flesh) a corporate headhutner (a metaphorical ‘cannibal’?) of financial services professionals. I was an excellent ‘cannibal’ which led to a London relocation to build a European business. So me, the crazy character (also a debauched party animal) lives a dissolute expense account life in London, Europe and the Far East. But this would demand a fall, a pretty severe one that was drug/liquor induced leaving me in a coma for 13 days. Next chapter involved endurance of the avaricious//insidious/deceitful manifestations of bottom fishers in financial services. But it was all for the best. Where else would this crazy, theatrically driven wacko get his fodder for dramatic narrative? Now does the crazy one write for theater and film.

  • nancy says:

    oh please, I would love to see this. I played the Grand Duchess Olga Katrina in highschool, wearing my mother’s silver fox coat for zee shoulders and using however I thought my grandpapa from Kovna may have sounded like! I was at first saddened not to be the ingénue role, but really sunk my teeth into this character and loved her and the play. Orson Bean, remember him, came to the play cause his mother in law was the English teacher!!

  • Ken Trammell says:

    My Aunt Bea. For her 80th birthday, she got a mohawk and dyed her hair purple. She taught me how to cuss like a sailor and it got me in trouble with my Mother more than once. I was 3 years old and at Sunday school at our Baptist church in Houston. I didn’t want to be there and starting screaming SHIT, SHIT, SHiIT over and over and got to go home. It got me a good spanking when I got home but it didn’t stop me from cussing to this day. And my Aunt Bea is still going strong (and cussing) today at 85.

  • Claire says:

    I never met her, but my great Aunt Mary Jane was apparently quite a character that you didn’t want to cross. She was unconventional even in death; she died on a plane, and no one even realized until she didn’t get off with the rest of the passengers.

  • Michael DiGaetano says:

    My mother. I have based a character in a pilot I have going around and much of her dialog are things she has actually said. No one reading it believe that person actually existed. Example: years ago while driving from LA to Las Vegas, we were about an hour away from the Strip when I pointed out a big housing project being built in the hills essentially in the middle of nowhere. After a perfect dramatic pause, the hypochondriac in her said “Why would anyone build a house so far from a hospital?”

  • Teri says:

    My younger brother. He’s half caveman and half motorcycle hoarder

  • Laurie B. says:

    My Uncle Paul is a legitimate Paranoid Schitzophrenic. He was diagnosed over 30 years ago and when he was first experiencing symptoms he moved into an Ashram and became a Sikh. That was years ago and they’ve closed since then so now he lives in a mental facility near my Grandma in FL and he still wears a turbin from his pre 9/11 Ashram days. All I have to say is it’s not fun going out to dinner with a schizophrenic guy in a turbin. He’s definitely a character! But as crazy as he is….we love him!

  • Brian Weiner says:

    Grandma Irene: an overweight Jewish woman plagued with arthritis, bound to her massive bed (her hubby always in a lazy boy in the living room), watching E! All day. Her commentary on 80% of the female celebrities on screen usually ended in “everyone’s been in her!” Or “she’s been screwed more than a light bulb!” When she wasn’t reading national enquirers, she may have smuggled a joint or two because “my face hurts, damnnit!”
    Oh, and the raspy voice is also not to be downplayed!

  • Ruth says:

    So many — too many to mention, but one of my favorites was my great grandfather. Unfortunately I never met him, but my Mom told me many stories. Apparently I am a decedent of Peter the Great. And my great grandparents’ gardener’s name was Mr. Weed. And watermelons come in flavors — chocolate, vanilla, etc. It always sounded to me like he was crazy fun!!!

  • Gillien says:

    My Uncle Harry had a sixth sense as to whenever my mother was having guests over for dinner. He would appear from 60 miles away and follow my mother all around the kitchen serenading her (badly!). With his thick Russian accent, he would attempt to sound like Ezio Pinza and sing his favorite song, “Some Enchanted (in his version “Enchonted”) Evening.” He would follow that with other Broadway tunes, sometimes the whole score from “South Pacific.” Then he would contrive to stay for dinner, and walk around the table, singing to all the female guests! He would repeat this act at every family gathering. He never married and lived his whole life on his parents’ chicken farm, serenading the chickens, no doubt!

  • Brittany S says:

    My Mom. She’s 5 feet tall with short blonde hair, so we call her a chick. She raised five kids on her own and is the best combination of tough and sweet. She’ll tell off anyone who needs telling, but can comfort you like no one else.

  • John P. says:

    I had an aunt who was an artist living in NYC and so her style was very different for the rest of us in Cali

  • Already a WINNER!!! says:

    What is it about grandpa’s?? I dunno, but my maternal granddad “Joe” was much worse than the paternal one, though as a kid I remember them with the same reverence. As I’ve grown older I’ve learned that Joe walked out on his wife & 2 kids about a decade into the marriage. My uncle left school to work fulltime and keep the family going. Meanwhile, Joe moved from the Northeast to New Orleans, and spent the remaining years of his life in the Big Easy. Every Xmas he would send a big box of “beads” to us grandkids, not knowing that the beads were thrown for free from Mardi Gras floats (I wonder if he pulled up his shirt to get them?). He also sent lots of pictures from his adventures with Shriners on various parade days. He rode go-carts, scooters, etc. but I never made it down there to see him as my Mother was furious with the man. He would visit us from time to time and take us out to dinner and tell us stories of all the great food they have Nawlins. When he passed away, he died penniless with no insurance. His kids had to pitch in to cremate him and end his sordid little reign on this planet. And that’s all from Bad Bad Grandpa Joe

  • Evan says:

    My great aunt Lou always wore high heels well into her 90s. In her early years she was a sex Ed teacher and would always tell stories.

  • Mike says:

    My uncle is always getting himself into trouble. I went to his house for dinner for a “blind date,” which the two of us spent in the emergency room with my aunt and uncle because of his hijinks!

  • Ellen Orchid says:

    My aunt collects salt and pepper shakers from around the world. She has a huge collection. She could open a museum of salt and pepper shakers. Fascinating stuff. She doesn’t like telemarketers and tells them off in a very funny way – by pretending to be intensely interested in their spiels and pretending she’s been waiting eagerly for their calls. She says “I’ve been waiting for your call!! Finally!” She has an unconventional approach to life and the older she gets the more blunt she gets, which can be very funny. Also, she has a very risque sense of humor and fewer inhibitions as life goes on.

  • LARRY ABRAMSKY says:

    ONE OF MY HEROS WAS A ‘DARK SHEEP’ IN OUR FAMILY

    MY MOTHER’S FIRST COUSIN ‘MUTI’ (MARTIN) WAS ONE OF FOUR SIBLINGS (2 BROTHERS/2 SISTERS) WHO SURVIVED THE NAZI DEATH/CONCENTRATION CAMPS. THEIR PARENTS AND FIVE OTHER BROTHERS AND SISTERS WERE SAVAGELY MURDERED BY THE NAZIS.

    MUTI WAS A TEENAGE JEWISH JUVENILE DELINQUENT IN CZECHOSLOVAKIA, ALMOST UNHEARD OF THEN. HE JOINED A ROUGH NECK MOTORCYCLE GANG. WHEN THE NAZIS CAME, ALONG WITH HIS THUG GANG MEMBERS, HE BECAME A MEMBER OF THE LOCAL NAZI SS. WHILE HE GUARDED THE LOCAL ROUNDED UP JEWS, HE SECRETLY LET THOUSANDS ESCAPE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

    AFTER THE WAR, MUTI FOUND HIMSELF ON THE EXODUS SISTER SHIP AS IT WAS BLOWN UP IN HAIFA HARBOR IN ISRAEL. HE JUMPED OVERBOARD AND SWAM TO SHORE, INJURED WITH ONE EAR DRUM BLOWN OUT.

    HE CAME TO NYC WHERE OWNED AND RAN A SMALL NEIGHBORHOOD GROCERY STORE IN QUEENS FOR MOST OF HIS LIFE, AND NEVER SPOKE OF HIS HEROISM.

    MY BROTHER AND I MADE A SPECIAL TRIP TO VISIT HIM AND HONOR HIM RIGHT BEFORE HE DIED.

    MY HERO, COUSIN MUTI.

  • Nick Leshi says:

    This is easy — my dear ol’ dad! His taste in entertainment leans toward Clint Eastwood musicals, but he always came to support my theatrical performances. I still recall hearing his hearty good-natured laughter when I made my entrance as Puck (clad in leather and a long-haired wig) in a New World rendition of Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream.

  • Maddie says:

    My great grandmother, born in 1919, and married at age 18, infamously gave this advice, “Don’t marry young; you gotta shack up and test out the goods first!” Insane ’til her last breathe!

  • You know the old joke about “Joe” who knew everybody? Well, Grandma Eva was as close to that in real life as they come. Many of her friends came from owning a dry cleaning store with my grandfather, first in Brooklyn and later in Queens, and after he passed away we’d take her on family vacations with us, where even if we were in New Hampshire, inevitably just about every time we went out someone would sidle over to her and say, “Eva? Is that you?” She was also an inventor and writer, tinkering on various projects with my grandfather, and one of her/their claims to fame is the see-through umbrella (check out this NY Times online story: http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/06/09/the-story-under-mrs-landmans-umbrella/?module=Search&mabReward=relbias%3Aw) Later in life, for company, she married her brother-in-law, so my father’s cousin became his brother! When she was struggling with lung cancer treatments, she became the first in our family to openly smoke pot (and rest assured there were lots of mouths agape at that Thanksgiving dinner). Everyone of her grandkids adored her, and she’d do anything to amuse us, including consuming dreadful combinations of foods, fries, spices, sodas, and shakes we might mix together at McDonald’s. Grandma would have fit right in with the Vanderhof family!

  • Alyssa says:

    Everyone has those crazy family members, but out of all of mine Uncle Don’t wins the prize. Of course, the name was adopted by all my other family members, Uncle Don’t does everything you’re not supposed to do. One of the many examples of his crazy antics would be on my mother’s birthday, my sister, myself (she was 8 or so, I was 16) and both my parents were gathered around the dinner table about the eat my mother’s cake when the phone rings. Seeing it’s an 908 area code, we know what that means – it’s the Rodriguez’s, aka my mother’s crazy side of the family. We let the line go to the machine and Uncle Don’t spoke. It was his one revolutionary line from that point on. “So, I’d figure I’d call… Happy Birthday you old B*tch.” and then hung up. Blunt and not afraid to put himself out there, Uncle Don’t is quite a character we can learn from… as far as what NOT to do!

  • Rosie says:

    My aunt worked in a supermarket in FL and would relate stories of the outrageous things shoplifters did. She actually witnessed a man stealing butter. He hid it under his hat. When he was confronted and questioned, he became nervous and began to sweat. While he was denying the theft, the butter started to melt and began running down his face. She loved telling those stories.

  • Cheryl Dzubak says:

    My Aunt Jessie whose real name was Chesla or something like that. She passed away a couple of years ago and I learned from my cousin that she was a Republican, worked very extensively on Republican campaigns in her younger days, but she acted like anything but a Republican. She was extremely liberal. She was a registered nurse and was very much opposed to the Vietnam War. She was extremely fearful of my cousin being drafted that she gave him some pills to take to raise his blood pressure before he went to his physical. He failed it, of course. She did some zany things during her years here with us and was outspoken, too much so sometimes. I changed my hairstyle and look, added more makeup. She hadn’t seen me for some years and when she did told me I looked really good and didn’t look so homily and simple anymore. That was my Aunt Jessie.

  • Sarah Doudna says:

    My mom is a character. She’s tall–5’10 with white hair. She loves to travel, but my father did not, so after he died, when she was 65, in the years following, she went hiking across New Zealand, biking across France, and white water rafting down the Colorado river! (And many other trips). My mother was a teacher, and she can get kind of strict when people aren’t doing things up to her standards. My sister tells a story of picking her up at the airport and my mom’s bag did not arrive with the others. Much to my sister’s mortification, my mother got up on the baggage conveyor belt and yelled down to the baggage handlers below and have them a piece of her mind. Later, my mom told me the same story–with pride!

  • Andrew Joy says:

    My uncle’s parents didn’t give him a name because they thought that he may like to pick one for himself. The birth certificate just said BOY under the first name. At the age of five BOY discovered the name that was to be his…Claude.

  • Brian says:

    My Mom – she was the funniest person ever! She wanted her tombstone to say “I told you I didn’t feel good.” She was the middle child in a family of nine siblings but still managed to draw attention. She was part Mame, part Bea Arthur, part Elaine Stritch, each of their stories made a great show so I think my mom would too!

  • Julia Fu says:

    My nonagenarian step-grandmother (it’s complicated) came out to karaoke with us when we went back to the homeland to visit. She spent a good amount of the time threatening to spank my father for not coming back more often and for all the trouble he got into as a kid.

  • Sabrina says:

    I’d have to definitely contribute my Baba – my grandmother. She’s short and stout farmer’s wife, with a short temper. She’s a Ukrainian spitfire with a huge family of 12 kids, over 30 grandchildren, and several great-grandchildren. She cooks the best pierogies, stuffed cabbage, breads, you name it. She has weird cures and superstitions – brandy and garlic cure anything, eating certain foods pains her kidneys, etc. She also kinda talks like a pirate: she’ll say “Me leg is bothering me.” And she love love loves The Price Is Right and all the retro game shows – her “programs” she watches. No matter how weird she is, no matter how many times we argue with her… we love her dearly.

  • Amanda says:

    I’d have to go with my aunt the wedding planner. She started out with a small craft store in a renovated chicken house (yep), then eventually got into wedding planning – cakes, centerpieces, flowers, the whole thing – and now even rents out her bazillions of wedding and event items. Her hair is practically the exact same huge 80s ‘do – tall and teased and with this frosted color thing going on. It’s the same thing I remember her having from when I was a kid. She doesn’t have any kids of her own but my dozens of cousins come in and out of her house that it’s practically like a second home or hotel, with people staying in extra rooms, on couches, the floor – then coming back again later that day, or the next night, or the next week!

  • ilaria says:

    Well maybe my mom, who wears her hair in pigtails at age 66. Or my dad, who steals graffiti art from walls. Or my aunt, who doesn’t own an email because we do and we’ll get in touch with her if someone needs her via email. Gosh this list could go on…

  • Solange De Santis says:

    Legendary great-great aunt who was offered three chances to invest in Frank Woolworth’s new five-and-dime store idea. First two times, Frank lost her money. Third time, she told him to give it up and kept her money. Yeah, third time was the charm. Which is why we all work for a living.

  • Alexis says:

    My great-grandmother was a big character. She loved to have all her grandkids and great-grandkids over where she would feed us soda and sugar and we would watch daytime TV. She was feisty and spirited. She was having an issue with a leak in her roof – so instead of calling someone to fix it, she crawled up on the roof and did it herself. Now, she was 80+ at the time, so she gave my mom and grandma a heart attack. Towards the end when she was in a nursing home, she took to calling my mom Erica. We couldn’t figure it out – there were no Ericas in our family and there were no close friends with that name either. When she started lecturing my mom about the bad choices in men, we finally figured out that she was talking about Erica from All My Children – a soap she had watched from the beginning in 1970.

  • EllenFD says:

    My late aunt had been a bobby soxer who screamed for and once threw an item of clothing at Frank Sinatra at the Brooklyn Paramount. She was a true live wire, much to the embarrassment of her family. They lived not too far from a major naval docking area, and when the fleet of sailors would disembark, she would get caught up in the excitement and practically attach herself to the fence separating the military from the public, making what she called “goo-goo eyes at the gobs.” I loved those stories.

  • Lauren says:

    My dear grandfather – for so many reasons! It could be his tradition of rallying our entire family to enter (and win) the town’s annual Halloween Parade Float contest, his affinity for wearing his viking hat while sailing his boat (and we all had Bob’s Crew shirts to don when riding along), or his his general painter’s lifestyle… but for this specific purpose I’ll reminisce about Valentine’s Day. It all began when my parents were first dating (now 40+ years ago) and he wanted to liven up a normal holiday. So he went out in the yard (during a snow storm) in red full-length “footie pajamas” with his face, beard and hair dyed red, and played his clarinet in the snow to serenade his wife, 5 (horrified) kids, and their (amused) dates sitting just inside the window. This turned into an annual tradition where the grandkids would have a musical parade following him around the house, and my grandfather was therefore known as “Bobby Valentine.” We came from a small town but it grew to a bit of a story, and all of us kids thinking Bobby Valentine visited every house on Feb 14 to play his clarinet and give out gifts and candy!

  • Sue Cohen says:

    Aunt Elaine is the character in my family. She is bubbly and joyful. She has always had a man at her side even as she has aged into her late 70s. Aunt Elaine loves to dance, and will jitterbug with the door frame when the spirit moves her! She is a great-grandmother a few times over but often isn’t speaking to one relative or another for months at a time over differences. She is a passionate fireball who has seen it all and done it all, too.

  • Tom Hartman says:

    There’s this guy in my extended “Facebook Family” who produces plays and musicals on Broadway who runs contests for free tickets to Broadway shows when what he’s actually doing is getting ideas for his next hit. Hahahahahaha.

  • Roger Gindi says:

    That’s gotta be my mother’s Uncle Meyer who, after his wife passed away, decided he wanted to be a nudist. If his guests were just men, you got him in the altogether; for women he’d put on a bathrobe he kept hanging by the door.

  • consuelo carpenter says:

    My Uncle Ralph once sat on top of an elk statue in town waving a saber around

  • Bert says:

    Aunt Mary. Outspoken, Buxom and wore a teased up white beehive (it wasn’t silver, it was pure white!). She always carried an extra large handbag–her ‘pocketbook,’ and she had one of EVERYTHING in there!
    Like a well-prepared contestant on “Let’s Make A Deal,” or an Italian-American version of Mary Poppins, the contents of her bag never ceased to amaze me and my cousins. She had a sharp wit like Totie Fields and a warm loving heart. She worked in a Women’s Prison where she taught the inmates how to sew. Her daughter’s had a dancing school, and just before recital time, she had the inmates sew costumes for the children to wear in the annual recital. Aunt Mary became the matriarch of our zany family.

  • Carl says:

    My great grandfather lived to be 96 years old smoking 3 packs of unfiltered Lucky Strikes a day. He would smoke them down to his lip and when they burned him he would spit out the scant remainder of the cigarette. He invented the fireproof door (ironic given the constant fire in his mouth), but didn’t patent it. When he was in his 90’s at the Hebrew Home for the Aged, the staff there complained that he was chasing all the ladies. At that age, I imagine it was a slow motion chase.

  • Sierra Fox says:

    My grandmother, my Bubby, would be such a great source of stories for a play or tv show, but people would think they were too unrealistic. One of my favorites is from about six years ago.

    My cousins’ grandfather (on the other side of their family than I’m on) passed away and my (Jewish) family was invited to attend his (Catholic) funeral and to sit with the family. Now, there is a way to attend services and to not necessarily participate but to be respectful and to not make a show of it. That way does not include loudly whispering “Whatever you do, don’t kneel. Jews don’t kneel!” to my sister and me during the procession into the church. But that’s what Bubby chose to do.

    As we were processing down the aisle, she got tired (even six years ago, she wasn’t walking well) so she sat in a pew in the back as the rest of us continued to the front.

    The service was going fine, and then it was time for communion. My family and I stayed respectfully seated as everyone else rose and walked down the center aisle. We turned to watch and, of course, saw my Bubby making her way down the aisle, with her cane, her huge winter fur, and her sunglasses that had stayed on her face the entire time she was indoors. She got to the front and let the priest put the wafer in her mouth, then wandered back to her pew. Meanwhile, my entire family—including the daughter and son-in-law and granddaughters of the man whose life was being celebrated at that service—had to stifle the giggling and eventually hysterical laughter that was totally inappropriate for such a solemn ceremony.

    She told us later that she just saw everyone stand up and start walking, so she followed. My aunt later said that it was a very special day for her: She got to witness her father’s funeral and her mother-in-law’s First Holy Communion all at the same time.

  • Tom B says:

    My grandmother is quiet a character. She is the life of the party and sense of humor gets everyone laughing. She is a little old lady with a walker who comes to family functions/holidays with business cards she made up that say “Sweet Ginger” and tells everyone to come to her wednesday matinee show at the “Foxy Lady”, its pole dancing afternoons. She always has the jokes that lighten the mood about the time she was blown away, the time she stole a pickle, the time she was arrested for a missing a person, the time she skipped school & pretended to be her sick mother when the truant officer showed up. The list goes on and on, and that what I love most about her.

  • B says:

    Cousin Suzy gets through customs between Canada and America quickly by listing everything she has with her (toothbrush, extra pair of pants, tic tacs…) until they just say “go, please”

  • Maria Spjøtvoll says:

    My grand uncle is quite a character. After living with his now dead mother (my great grandmother) he storms most o of his days watching TV, mostly sports. Whenever he is visiting for birthday celebrations or family get togethers he is the most polite person in the world, barely unable to form a sentence without saying thank you. But when it comes to spots he forgets all of his manners and get in feisty discussions. It’s quite a change, and very amusing to watch

  • Candace says:

    My Aunt Sylva was quite a character! When I suggested she get a Senior Citizen pass for the bus, she said, (very indignantly!), but then the bus driver will know how old I am!

    After she passed, I found out she had altered her birth date ON HER IMMIGRATION PAPERS

  • Candace says:

    My Aunt Sylva was quite a character! When I suggested she get a Senior Citizen pass for the bus, she said, (very indignantly!), but then the bus driver will know how old I am!

    After she passed, I found out she had altered her birth date ON HER IMMIGRATION PAPERS so she could appear ten years younger!

  • Rick Shulman says:

    My great-uncle Jack was always the jokester. Everyone’s favorite uncle. He owned a bar in his youth, had several tatoos. Always a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

  • These stories are amazing, how can I compete!?
    Just saying I am happy to be ME which I am told is a different drummer.
    March to you own rhythm and tune out the world and its alleged norms.
    Be yourself and you can never go wrong.

  • Nelson E. Montoya says:

    My great aunt Adela is a card! She has gone through an abusive relationship, a battle with breast cancer, and many other things that would sideline many, but she still has such a great outlook on life. My great aunt is notorious for whipping out her fake boob and dabbing her forehead with it!! She also stores everything in her bra! Its just like Mary Poppin’s bag! She can be a bit embarrassing at times, but I’m glad she is a part of my family.

  • Tony D says:

    My Uncle Frank. He was a little Italian man, just over 5 feet tall. He spoke broken English and called everyone a troublemaker. He would always hide things on people and pretend he didn’t know what was going on. He use to love standing next to tall women on the subway and when the train would jerk, their chest would hit him in the back of his head. He would come home from work and tell the subway stories to everyone. He always made me laugh and is missed very much.

  • Kyrsten Louchen says:

    My great-grandmother was the sweetest to me and the rest of her great-grandkids but she was a real pisser. Once she hit 90 she used to mess with people and pretend she was beginning to suffer from dementia so she could get away with stuff, like handing people her driver license instead of her credit card to try and get stuff for free. She was extremely cheap. So cheap in fact that one time when she fell and needed an ambulance she dragged her 96 year old body across the house so that the firemen wouldn’t knock down the bolted door. She didn’t want to pay for a new door but it ended up costing her her hip. Fun fact: Door replacements are cheaper that hip replacements! 🙂

  • Larry & Sherri Segall says:

    Uncle Danny, 81 and kicking, dressed royally, like Gary Grant, played the ponies, loved his high stakes poker games, enjoyed pretty high spirited and intelligent women, married 5 times. Loved to travel, went around the world many times. Knew how to treat his family to elaborate dinners on him and he always had that fast,expensive set wheels, Danny, Damon Runyon’s double.

  • Judy gentile says:

    Definitely the character in my family was my Uncle Lennie he had lots of vices (smoking/drinking/gambling) but you couldn’t help love him. when he was sober he was at his best because even tho he was a cement mason he really was a self-taught concert pianist – he could play anything you asked and had a flair for the dramatic. people would flock to see/hear him play and he loved the adulation and it was well deserved.
    He knew something about everything but nothing in particular. He could tell great stories had a phenomenal memory and loved old movies and knew who acted in what just like that. We always called his words of wisdom “Lennie-isms”. He is sorely missed and I’m so grateful I video taped him doing what he did best – beautiful music!!

  • Rob Cote says:

    My grandma is a character. When she’s out she’ll guess which “little old ladies” are younger than her.

  • ECP says:

    Ah funerals! The grief, the food, the revelations. Good thing you don’t attend your own. (At least I think you don’t.) If Central Casting were in search of the perfect little old Jewish grandmother–LES/East Village version–my bubbe would have fit the bill. I remember her as being tiny, a woman of few words, known, watched-over, and well-liked throughout the neighborhood. The money gifts she often tucked into your hand were insanely small small squares or balls of paper bills. (Cards were few, since her English-writing skills were limited; for a while she relied on her “X” for certain documents!) Little did we kids know that during Prohibition those in the know knew where to go for bathtub gin. Who ran numbers. And who had several “husbands.” More than the marriage licenses she could produce.

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