When I was a child, my parents always made certain we knew who our relatives were. Each year at Christmas my dad, Michael Renihan, would bundle us up and take us into Indianapolis for a visit with Grandpa Ed and Grandma Dorothy, his second wife. They lived downtown in Indianapolis on New York Street. Their apartment building sat right across the street from Sears & Roebuck. It was also conveniently located 2 doors down from the Olde Pointe Tavern. Come on now, we're Irish!
One year, after climbing the beautiful wooden staircase up to their apartment on the 2nd floor, we all took off our coats and were sitting in the living room on the sofa. Grandpa showed us a gift he had gotten from a friend he used to work with. If you don't know it, our family has always been involved with horses. Well, his friend had gotten him a horse statue. He told us it was a special horse because it could do tricks. We all said "no it can't" and asked him to prove it. Well, the trick that this horse could do was raise its tail and poop out a cigarette! He had us laughing so hard and of course we wanted to see it done again and again. Which he did until dad steered him down the stairs, out the front door and into the doors at the Olde Pointe Tavern. Where they would have their pint of Christmas Cheer while we had hot cocoa and mom and Grandma Dorothy had coffee or hot tea.
I don't know if any of my cousins had a relationship with Granpa Ed and Grandma Dorothy but we did, and I am blessed the more for it.