Once an editor, always an editor
As people who follow me on Facebook and Twitter know, my maternal grandmother, Grandma Nina, recently moved to these United States, to the village where my mom still lives. The circumstances behind it is a topic for another blog post. For now, the important part is that she arrived in March 22. I saw her when my family and I met her at the airport, but, for the next nine days, I only talked to her on the phone.
The next time I saw her was during the (Catholic/Protestant) Easter weekend. When we talked on the phone, she mentioned that she wished she had something to read. She likes her periodicals, so I decided to get her copies of Chicago area Russian-language newspapers. Out of the five that are currently priting, I only managed to get my hands on two - Reklama and 7 Дней (7 Days). Not quite what I hoped for, but better than nothing
Flash-forward to yesterday evening, when I was talking to her on the phone.
(The following conversation has been translated to English for the sake of my non-Russian speaking readers)
Grandma Nina: "Those newspapers you brought me - they had some interesting articles. But, you know, I've been an editor for a [scientific] journal for quarter of a century, so I couldn't help it...."
Me: "You made corrections?"
Grandma NIna: "I made those little marks in pencil where they made [spelling and grammar] mistakes. I know nobody will see it, but it just made me feel better."