Christine Baranski

But she was beloved by all her friends because she was warm and gracious, and she was very loving to me, very physically demonstrative and just tender.

And when I'd wake up in the middle of the night and be afraid, she would come into my bed, and she had lovely long fingernails, and she played the piano, so she had beautiful, delicate fingers.

But she would scratch my back.

And I'd always say, Nana, scratch my back.

And she would, just with these lovely, soft fingernails and fingers, she would just coax me back to sleep.

And so she was that kind of loving personality, which my mother was not.

My mother was not physically demonstrative.

My mother was...

Raised by a woman who was not terribly warm in that way or demonstrative.

How was she raised by a woman who was not, given that she is the daughter of a woman?

No, no, no.

That was my father's mother.

Well, because she actually, it was her house, and she lived upstairs for a long time.

So Nana lived upstairs, and we had the downstairs, and it was Nana's house.

And then they decided to rent out the upstairs, probably to get money, to earn some money.

So we had people living up there who were renters, and then...

They built another bedroom as part of the house in the back.

And so Nana and I shared that bedroom.

And my brother Michael was next door.

So it was a three-bedroom house.