Since I am still in Germany and haven’t had much time online, I have three lovely ladies fill in for me this week. Today I bring you a guest post from Amy, one of my newer blogger friends and fellow crocheter :)
Congenial to my recent posts about my Granddad, she’ll be sharing some memories from her grandparents with us. Thank you, Amy! I’ll be back with an update soon.
Congenial to my recent posts about my Granddad, she’ll be sharing some memories from her grandparents with us. Thank you, Amy! I’ll be back with an update soon.
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When I was a little girl, I used to eagerly await the hot days of summer. Not just because school was out, but because I knew that summer meant the thing that was the highlight of most years: a trip to visit my grandparents.
My grandparents lived in Arizona, just outside of Phoenix. Sometimes, we would drive from my house in Northern California, me situated in between the two of them in their Mazda pickup truck, with Papa telling me stories and Grandma feeding me snacks and the three of us laughing and playing 20 Questions the whole drive there.
Arizona seemed like a magical place to me. The unforgiving heat meant that we could swim for hours in the neighbor’s pool. There was black cherry vanilla frozen yogurt and trips to the library for an endless stack of books. As I got older, I learned to type on their Mac’s while they worked on their consulting business. I cried whenever it was time to go home, because I had such a good time seeing them. Throughout the year, I came to expect a weekly phone call, letters with a stick of Carefree gum and to know that at least a few symphony concerts or soccer games a year, my grandparents would be in the audience. I never doubted their love, or their prescence, even from far away.
These childhood visits laid the foundation for two of the most important relationships in my life, still. When I am in the middle of a hard time, I know I can call on my grandparents to love me, to listen to me, and to support me however they can.
I know that San is grieving the loss of the grandfather she loved so dearly. And I know that someday, probably sooner than I would like, I will face this situation myself. But until then, I will call my grandparents, and revel in those warm Arizona afternoons, from long ago…
kim
March 11, 2010 at 4:09 amthis is beautiful. thank you amy. i lost all of my grandparents at a very young age so i don’t have that kind of relationship to remember but yours is beautiful and made me smile. also, tearing up at work. again. *sigh* :)
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Karen
March 12, 2010 at 5:01 pmYou all who have such a close relationship with your grandparents are so lucky. I wish I had had that with mine.
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