Oh now, I don't doubt the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive's description of her mother a single bit; it sounds eminently credible.
But being in Paris when Lindbergh landed couldn't have been a big deal for the maternal ancestress, given that she would've been all but eight years old at the time. One wonders what occupation her mother's father had, that the family lived over in Europe when that wasn't common.
I always thought highly of the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive's mother.
As to how such a seemingly good person could have such a rotten child, well, even though of us who've never had children know it's a crap game. I give you the examples of Henry II, Edward I, Edward III, George V, good men who had worthless sons.