I recall one
particular hilarious and/or poignant episode from the lives of each of my three
children.
We lived in
Alabama at the time, and my son, Steve, was bouncing around on a broomstick pretending
to ride a horse.
I responded
with,
“Steve, your
horse sure is skinny!”
To which he
responded,
“Well, he
don’t eat much!”
&
We lived in
Tampa at the time, I was in the Air Force and we were visiting my parents in
their nearby home.
My little
daughter, Kimberly, had been coloring in a color book, but apparently thinking
herself the reincarnation of Michelangelo, decided to do the Sistine Chapel
thing on her grandmother’s living room wall. As she applied liberal amounts of
red and green and blue to the pale wall, her granny walked up and exclaimed,
“What are
you doing, Kimberly? Don’t color on my walls!”
To which
Kimberly replied,
“Grawnma, I
just a little girl.”
&
And finally,
by the mid-80’s I was divorced, and remarried and we lived in central Florida.
My ex-wife and three children had moved to Jacksonville, and it seems my
daughter, Mary had just purchased a get well card for my ailing grandmother,
and written whatever 12 year old girls write on such a card. However, she had
not yet mailed it.
In the
meantime, my grandmother died, and as I was speaking to Mary on the phone, she
made me aware of the greeting card.
I responded
with,
“I’m sorry,
Mary. I just learned that your great Grandmother passed away last night.”
There was a
momentary pause, and then Mary replied.
“Well, gee,
Dad. I guess she won’t need this card!”
Speaking of
my grandmother, Lillie, just prior to her death, and while she was in the
hospital, my mother drove up to Georgia to be with her, and remain during what
proved to be the last days of her life.
The nurses
and doctors were in and out of the room that day, and at one point when grandma
and mama were alone in the room, my grandmother looked around, and exclaimed,
“Quick Erma,
the nurses are down the hall. Nobody’s looking! Let’s get outta here!”
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