[Stu from NYC]

Originally Posted by Nevinator

One of the most unusual pieces of advice I ever received was from my grandmother.

My grandmother died in 1975, but her birthday is coming up and that always causes me to reminisce about the time what we spent together when I was a youngster...

The long walks we used to take to the local grocery store near her home in a small town in northern NJ, the quarters she gave me for meaningless jobs like pulling weeds or washing the sidewalk…

Those gems were all good, but the one I remember most, the jewel in the crown of grandmotherly advice, occurred when I was about 15 years old. We were sitting in a park on a beautiful Spring day having just finished collecting about 40 soda bottles to be returned for the deposit money. She told me that one day, I would find a wonderful woman and start my own family. “And remember always this thing,” she said. “Be sure you marry a woman with small hands.” “How come, Grandma?” I asked her. She answered in her soft voice.. “It makes your *!@* look bigger.”

love that last sentence