This story, told by Beth Paterson, is about her “nanna Niusia … and I remember her as a bitch”. It is quite the statement about her 86-year-old grandmother whom she was taken to visit as a teenager, when all she wanted to do was go to the movies. To Paterson, Niusia was an old curmudgeon full of complaints and cruelties.
But she proceeds to take us on the journey that she went on after Niusia’s death, when she became curious about who her Polish immigrant grandmother had been before settling in Melbourne.
