So... This question is about my grandmother, otherwise known as Nana, who lives in/ is an Australian. Mom moved here to marry my father when he had to return to the US back in the 80's. They had my brother, then had me. All of moms family of course, is still in Australia. As most of my fathers family had passed before I was born, saving one set of cousins in Kentucky... we were kind of always cutting it alone as a family. Long story almost kind of short, I met my Aussie grandparents twice, once when I was 7 or 8, they made a VERY brief attempt to live in the USA.. we got them a close by apartment and furniture and stuff, set up before they got here, but they had to leave for unforseen financial complications, so they were far better of in Aus . And once when my mom and I took a month long trip to Australia when I was 10 or 11. Problem was... when we went to Australia... the flights were so long.. I had premature female issues.. I had extreme jet lag, not even sure thats what it was, I was not feeling my best.... and mom was crabby because I'd thrown up on too many sets of clothing (and there wasn't a single accessible place to smoke in any of the airports). Sorry... but those were all the problems. So... apparently, as mom told me years later... the other problem is that her family, my grandmother especially, had a somewhat preconceived notion that American children are spoiled brats. When we arrived, in my typical childhood manner... I retreated and kept quiet. Of course greeted them and all, said Hi and spoke when asked something... but it had just never been my manner to be a loud kid... which they took as very strange. (Might have something to do with Nana having raised 3 boys and only 1 girl). Well.. I seem to remember putting alot of adults off with my manner.. was always referred to as shy, when in fact I probably fit the bill as precocious. Since I would listen and listen and chime in when I had something to share. Or that I was heading for the bathroom Anyway... Mom spent a good deal of the trip fairly upset, and only much later explained to me why... that Nana pretty much didn't like me. And mom loved me the way I was. So Nana was always fussing at her behind closed doors to make me do this, or make me say that. But I spent the majority of the first few weeks there, laying on the living room carpet playing with puzzles and things, as I wasn't feeling well still.. but Nana was convinced I was one of the attention hungry kids that was faking it. Seriously... I'd be more likely to fake stuff or lie now than I was as a kid. High unlikely then. Other problem... I WAS a picky eater... and food in other countries can be strange! Weirdest thing for me was that all of the foods that I did like didn't taste the same at all. Like tomatoes... they had flavors in them that didn't remind me of tomatoes. Nestle chocloate milk powder (moms attempt to give me some energy, LOL) was SUPER strange... it's textured or something.. and when stirred in the milk, stays gritty the whole way through out, no matter the stirring. Mom got really mad at that chocolate milk, and grabbed out the mixer even, but that didn't help. All of this with Nana watching on and thinking I must be the most spoiled brat in creation.... but I think she must have forgotten the kind of person her daughter was. The VERY determined kind... who rips her house apart if she can't find something... LOL So.. I didn't eat that much. Doubtless I wasn't that hungry anyway. On the thrid week, right after Xmas... mom and I left for our planned one week long horseback riding trip. We had such a great time together.. getting outside.. and I had started to feel better around Xmas time. Enough to ask the question of Nana.. "Why are you watching American movies?" (I had thought they had an Aussie version of Hollywood) but they laughed at me! So a long story getting longer.... Nana has always sent letters to mom. They might not be very frequent, or very regular.. but it's usually 2 or 3 letters a year, and mom writes back. Nana doesen't "do" the internet.. she is about 75 or so.. but Dasa, my uncle who has always lived with her ( ) actually works in communications. He has an email adress, which at times mom has sent messages to Nana through... but he is horrible at keeping up with it. When mom writes her letters.. every now and then I will write it a note on the blank part... and early this year, I sent several emails to Dasa requesting some information from Nana for a present I was going to give mom. It's almost a year later, and still no reply to my 6 or so emails. We just got the Christmas letter from Nana... and it's rather cute and a nice read, about what everyone is up to these days.... but the heading. It says "To Di and family" I suppose I qualify simply as "family"?! Theres no one else that does... my brother doesen't count, for he has never written to her, or met her more than the once. Nor does he ever recieve the letters or read them, Nana knows he lives elsewhere and has no reason to think he is interested. I read through her entire letter out loud... even though mom had already read it... but I don't think she minded.. especially with my little quips about the current family prodceedings And through the whole thing, all I wanted to do was write Nana back a letter accusing her of not caring about me. It sounds pathetic, I know. But I suppose I don't mind being pathetic sometimes. Like ... "To Dasa and Family" Dear Dasa... regardless of that person who we always forget to mention, I hope she hasn't fallen off a building or something. And that you are well. Tim, tom, Rue, and Roso are all well and doing this that or the other thing... and I LOVE how you told me about this that or the other thing that you are doing so sucessfully... but nevermind about that person who we always forget to mention and couldn't care less about" OK... I suppose I'm done being a baby now. Would you wirte that letter though? Or would you phrase it a bit differently?