I Love My Grandma

I’m going to be honest.  I did not always like my Grandma D.  When I was growing up, my Grandma A. was where it was at.  She loved kids.  She loved potatos.  She loved chocolate.  And her whole house was open and available to kids for playing.  If you wanted to make cookies in the kitchen, you could.  If you wanted to wear Grandma A.’s earrings while playing in her wedding dress, well, just put them back when you’re done.  Going to Grandma D.’s house was much less fun.  There weren’t other cousins to play with.  There weren’t really toys (except for my Aunt B.’s old Barbies).  And you weren’t allowed to touch anything or run around or make much noise.  And she didn’t even have cable.

And she had fat wrists, which I vowed I would never have.


Which just goes to show you how life is, because I do have fat wrists, just like hers.

Ha, no, not just that, but if you live with people long enough, you come to see them in a lot of different lights.  You come to appreciate things in some folks and see the problems with others.

And today, my dad called to complain that, at her birthday party yesterday, my Grandma D. insisted that everyone sing to her–not just “Happy Birthday” but also “I’ve Been Workin’ on the Railroad.”

I cannot tell you how happy that makes me and how sad I am to have missed it.

4 thoughts on “I Love My Grandma

  1. Hey, now, let’s be clear. You don’t have any obligation to love anyone, even your grandma. Sometimes things just are what they are.

  2. Grandma was cool – She was the first to notice that i liked girls clothes – when I was 4, I asked her to go shopping for clothes. She asked me what I was looking for., I said nylon undies like my sister wears. She looked perplexed, but we went shopping anyway. At the store she asked, ” My grand son needs undies. What size does he wear ” The sales lady grimmest a little but she helped us out. ” What color does he want, ” she said.

    ” Jimmy, what colors do you like ? ” I said, ” Yellow, white. blue and beige “.

    Grand ma said, ” I’ll take one of each “. At that point, the sales lady measure me and gor the proper size panties.

    ” Thank you young lady “, my grandmother said, ” How much do I owe you !” She said, ” $ 2..06 “. Grandma paid the lady and we wet home.

    Grand mother never told my mother od my affinirt for lingerie. it was our little secret.

    That’s why i love Grandma !

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