Memories
June 21, 2008Today was a day of memories.
Playing croquet in the hot summer sun, with my cousins and siblings, half-dead grass crunching under our feet, jumping and shouting every time we knocked each other’s croquet ball away from the wicket.
Standing barefoot along the garage door frame trying to stand up as tall as I could, hoping to squeeze another eighth of an inch out, while my grandpa added my new height measurement to the myriad of marks his twenty-one grandchildren (plus great-grandchildren!) made over the years.
Watching my grandma make bread in the kitchen and devouring warm slices, layered with butter.
Squealing with laughter and protesting as I would wriggle on the floor because my grandpa had a game of holding us by our big toe until my grandma would call out from the kitchen, “Tom, you stop that! You leave those kids alone!” knowing that we loved every minute of it.
Eating homemade vegetable soup from Grandma’s brown soup bowls, hoping to be the lucky one to eat with the golden spoon this time.
Going Christmas caroling in the icy darkness of December, knowing there would be hot chocolate and fresh cookies when we got back.
Walking with my grandpa, watching the tall grass wave back and forth as Dolly, his English Springer Spaniel, made her way in the fields and woods behind my grandparents’ home.
Today was a day of memories.
erin- this brought tears to my eyes reading it. lovely.
(are the PA grandkids not measured?)
They are! I forgot them in my counting last night
Oops!
I have corrected the post to reflect 21 not 16!
What a wonderful message about Gramma!
your words made me cry and my dream of grandpa was what you just described, except after grandma died they walked away hand in hand…miss you and them.
me
I can’t type in a teardrop, but I would if I could. You said it well.