My Great-Grandmother, Eva, is a bit of mystery. Not even a photo of her exists.
The only story I know about her, from Aunt Arlene, is that she had a temper - and she was nuts.
She would get so upset she would smack her kids around with skillets and the only thing that would calm her down was vanilla ice cream. Aunt Arlene recalled several late nights of running out for ice cream (along with Uncle Steve whom she was dating at the time) so she'd stop beating the kids.
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