Ilene Vavricheck-that’s quite a name, isn’t it? Yep, she was quite a grandma as well.

Born 9/25/1916–then went on to be with her heavenly Father on Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009.

She was a spitfire, that’s for sure. 100% Norwegian, and OH could SHE make Lefse!

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She always had a funny sense of humor

Her and my gramps lived up in Northern Minnesota forever, so they had that thick Minn-eee-sOtan accent for sure!

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Grams gave B-I-L, Dave, this funny towel. Oh man, she was a card!

I’d spend a week up there in the summer, and boy, could I find trouble.

The funniest memory was when I went sleepwalking right out their front door.

I know I’ve shared this story on the blog before, but hey, I can tell it again, it’s my blog, right? ☺

Sure, it wasn’t funny when it happened, especially for my grams and gramps. Heck, it probably aged them a few years.

I only remember waking up standing in some icy-cold mud outside the neighbor’s house. But, according to what my neighbors told us, it looked a little like this:

I wandered out of grams’ house and went to the left, because that’s where my friend Joey lived. I knocked on their door, probably wanting him to come out and play (hey I was an energetic kid.)

No answer there, so I went home. BUT, and this is where the fun starts, I went one house too many to the neighbors on the other side of Grams’ house.

Instead of walking up the two steps to the door, I made my way into the flowerbed on the ground below their picture window and knocked on the glass.

The cool mud is what woke me.

Yeah, not so much fun waking up outside in the pitch black, in your PJs and all alone.

Well, needless to say, the neighbors whisked me inside and called my Grams then walked me back home.

Sure is funny now that I look back on it. But oh yeah, ‘bit scary to walk out in the middle of the night, huh?

Me and Grams one Christmas in MN.
Me and Grams one Christmas in MN.

Gonna miss ya, Grams!


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