There was the usual recitation of familiar family tales, of her quirky ways and her fiery spirit, her inability to pronounce the names Darrell or Jane, her fear of purring cats, her bewilderment at microwaves and VCRs. And there was the surfacing of new and surprising information - the photo of her on a motorcycle, another of her in a bikini on a beach in Sweden.
But my favourite moment, which is destined to become a family classic, was the story of how she recently approached her oldest granddaughter to score her some dope. Evidently she had been studying up on alternative medicine. The stern admonition you can't get Babcha high at Christmas is sure to live on in this family.
There were other shocking discoveries that came to light in some old photographs, some scandals that hit a little closer to home.
Like the fact that I still had 80's hair in 1991.
Or that the Spousal Unit looked like he smuggled people across the border for a living.
Still to come in the Ontario stories, a recounting of the most fabulously spectacular blogger meetup in human history. Don't miss it.
As I take my leave, I would like to point out that there is a shiny new online magazine in existence, one that promises a punchy and fresh look at music, art, culture and staying fabulous in the heart of big oil town. Please check out New Canadian Modern, where I have recently become a contributor.
You can read my interview with Pat Flegel from the incredible Polaris-listed Calgary-based band WOMEN, and loads of other good stuff.
/shameless self promotion