Takeaway
“My maternal grandmother hunted and ate squirrel in her younger days. In later life, she gave up hunting but kept a canvas bag in her car for reptilian roadkill cuisine.”-Dr. Margaret Chisolm, Johns Hopkins Medicine
Lifelong Learning in Clinical Excellence | September 10, 2021 | <1 min read
Highlights
My grandpa was a Baptist minister who was active in the civil rights movement. He housed MLK Jr. once when he was coming through Ohio.
Dr. Mariah Robertson, Johns Hopkins Medicine
My maternal grandmother spoke no English, but never struggled to get her point across with tone, facial expression, and gesticulation.
Dr. Colleen Christmas, Johns Hopkins Medicine
My maternal grandmother hunted and ate squirrel in her younger days. In later life, she gave up hunting but kept a canvas bag in her car for reptilian roadkill cuisine.
Dr. Margaret Chisolm, Johns Hopkins Medicine
My grandma had sayings like, “NY should lose its shoes” when something was great in another city, “Kinahara, (this) should happen,” when something was iffy or risky. Perhaps all translated from Yiddish?
Dr. Megan Berger
My grandma would mix her scrambled eggs with a bit of orange juice just to get through breakfast more efficiently.
Dr. Frank Cacace
My grandfather applied unsuccessfully to medical school. Instead, he became an incredibly kind lawyer.
Dr. Jeff Millstein, Penn Medicine
My grandfather, Florian (Floyd) Kopacz, was a Navy Sea Bee and helped rebuild Pearl Harbor from 1942 to the end of World War II.
Dr. David Kopacz, University of Washington
My paternal grandparents had a prize-winning herd of Guernsey cattle in Tracy, California. My grandmother did all the breeding. In 1968 she won the California Dairy Breeders’ Association “Man of the Year” award. My grandfather won it four years later. We were very proud of both of them.
Dr. Sarah Clever, Johns Hopkins Medicine
My grandfather, despite his poverty in India, used his charm and street smarts to collect radio parts so my father could explore and discover.