Sunday, January 18, 2015

Grandparents

This morning I woke up missing my grandparents.  I don't know.  Maybe I dreamt about them last night and can't remember.  But the missing part this morning has been fierce--thinking about the way my grandfather would take off his trucker-style hat and rub the bristle on his mostly bald head or the way my grandmother would make certain pronouncements like, "I can leave sweets alone.  It's bread that's my downfall."

I miss my old people.

And it occurs to me this morning that when I was young and happy in their company, they were probably missing their old people, too.


6 comments:

Amelia said...

I spent this weekend reading a journal of my Great Grandmother. What a treasure the stories of our people are. I'm going to call my Grandma. Right now.

Lisa B. said...

Right now, I kind of miss everybody. Thank you for those images of your grandparents. Brings tears to my eyes.

Louise Plummer said...

The older you get, the more you miss the old people. Maybe that's why I'm watching WHAT'S MY LINE episodes from the fifties and sixties. We all sat around the RCA with rabbit ears on Sunday night and watched it together.

Emily said...

Once again, nailed it.

Kim Woodruff said...

I miss my old people too. I miss sitting at my Grandma's feet and listening to her stories. They were pretty cool stories about her date with Ronald Reagan when he was a movie star, or this one time when her mom hired a private detective to follow her. All her stories were so exciting. But I think what made the stories so special to me was the fact that she took the time to sit with me and tell them.

Donna Tagliaferri said...

I spoke with my uncle today, unclevLewis. He has one hand, and a hook. I missed him, so I called and at the end of our conversation he said, "I love all y'all!" great moment