This is how I imagine the scenario playing out. My grandparents would be sitting by a fan in the house, on a hot Central Californian day, playing bridge, or rather a 2 person card game, and drinking water, while my dad and uncle were out in the street riding bikes. A black car would pull into the drive, and either Rita or Greg would ring the bell. My grandma would make a cute surprise noise, and my grandpa would get the door. Depending on the whoever it was, the grandparent in question would quietly go to the bedroom and fill a suitcase, and without a word, leave in the black car for Hollywood. As if a switch had gone off in his or her head, like in Invasion of the Body Snatchers (it is the 50's in my imagination, so I'm sticking to the theme).
There are a lot of holes in this plan beyond the morality of it. I'm positive my grandparents told their children this quirky plan, to reassure them that they never would leave one another (as well as just kidding around, they were funny folks). They said it to confirm their love for one another until death parted them. What are the chances of the most famous movie actors of the day coming to the front door? Imagine George Clooney coming to your house, right? What are the chances?
Inadvertently, the legacy that my grandparents left us was probably different than their intention. For my father, it left him with worry as a child: what if those famous people just do happen by our house in Merced California? It is something a kid could worry about. For me it left me with a huge crush on Gregory Peck!
