Every family has its stories. Histories, comedies, dramas. Ours has those and an old fable--a cautionary tale of two foxes.
It wasn't a pleasant story. It was a cautionary tale of gluttony, but we wanted her to tell it over and over again.
Basically there were two foxes that squeezed into a hole in the chicken coop floor. Since we lived on my grandfather's farm, Great-Gram always made the farmer in the story our PaPa. The one fox feasted all night on chickens. The other, realizing the escape hole was quite small, ate only a small amount.
When the farmer arrived in the morning, the smart fox escaped, and the other, well lets just say my Great Grandma described in detail, complete with hand gestures, what happened to the "piggy" fox. Sometimes she would tell it in German, but we new from the hand gestures exactly what was happening.
Now that is a great lesson on not overeating!
I did a post a couple years ago about a family recipe scrapbook that has some photos of her if you'd like to meet her.