Missing Brother
Aug. 5th, 2006 03:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisFor weeks and weeks and weeks now, my brother has sent me a note every Saturday morning. I think once he was as late as lunch but it is now 3 p.m. and no word. He'd better have a good excuse. High blood pressure?
And last but no way, no way at all, least. My Grandma - my Mom's Mom - was the very definition of what a grandma should be. She was short and round and squishy with the softest skin in the world and the best hugging arms in the business.
She was born in Texas to a preacher and his wife. She was one of 7 and stayed close to her siblings. (Remember the guy who played Kris Kringle in the original Miracle on 34th Street? Her brother, my Great Uncle Granville, looked just exactly like him.) I remember meeting Grandma's mother when I was little. Great-Grandma Jones was tiny. My brother was a normal sized 6 year old and she was about 3" taller than he was.
I never remember seeing Grandma in pants - I mean like slacks. She had dress up dresses and house dresses but no pants.
In addition to looking and feeling and smelling like the perfect grandmother, she had the Perfect Grandma personality. She played with us. She sat on the floor and had tea parties with us. She let us play in her living room!! (This was huge. We were not allowed in our living room at home except at Christmas.) She let us dress up in her clothes. She had candy in dishes in the living room and she let us have some every single time we asked.
She had cereal bowls with pictures in the bottom. You always ate all your cereal just so you could see the picture. She had drinking glasses with cartoon characters on them. Oh and her grocery store had a little cartoon booth. While she shopped for groceries we could sit in the little booth and watch cartoons. We LOVED grocery shopping.
Several times when we were little Mom and Dad would take trips and leave us at Grandma and Grandpa's. There was nothing we loved more. My sister and I shared an imaginary friend (yeah, I know... pitiful, isn't it?). Anyway, I remember once summer when the visit was over, Grandma told us how much she would miss us and how lonely she would be. We decided - and made a big feakin' deal out of - leaving Miss Sippicookie there to live with Grandma and keep her company.
She lived long enough to take my brother's kids on rides down the hallway in her wheelchair when they were small. She even met my husband. She was one of the first people to get a modern day pacemaker. She actually outlived 2 of them and had to have the worn out ones replaced. She was soft and squishy and had her perfect hug working until her heart finally quit in her mid-80's. Probably brought on by high blood pressure.
And last but no way, no way at all, least. My Grandma - my Mom's Mom - was the very definition of what a grandma should be. She was short and round and squishy with the softest skin in the world and the best hugging arms in the business.
She was born in Texas to a preacher and his wife. She was one of 7 and stayed close to her siblings. (Remember the guy who played Kris Kringle in the original Miracle on 34th Street? Her brother, my Great Uncle Granville, looked just exactly like him.) I remember meeting Grandma's mother when I was little. Great-Grandma Jones was tiny. My brother was a normal sized 6 year old and she was about 3" taller than he was.
I never remember seeing Grandma in pants - I mean like slacks. She had dress up dresses and house dresses but no pants.
In addition to looking and feeling and smelling like the perfect grandmother, she had the Perfect Grandma personality. She played with us. She sat on the floor and had tea parties with us. She let us play in her living room!! (This was huge. We were not allowed in our living room at home except at Christmas.) She let us dress up in her clothes. She had candy in dishes in the living room and she let us have some every single time we asked.
She had cereal bowls with pictures in the bottom. You always ate all your cereal just so you could see the picture. She had drinking glasses with cartoon characters on them. Oh and her grocery store had a little cartoon booth. While she shopped for groceries we could sit in the little booth and watch cartoons. We LOVED grocery shopping.
Several times when we were little Mom and Dad would take trips and leave us at Grandma and Grandpa's. There was nothing we loved more. My sister and I shared an imaginary friend (yeah, I know... pitiful, isn't it?). Anyway, I remember once summer when the visit was over, Grandma told us how much she would miss us and how lonely she would be. We decided - and made a big feakin' deal out of - leaving Miss Sippicookie there to live with Grandma and keep her company.
She lived long enough to take my brother's kids on rides down the hallway in her wheelchair when they were small. She even met my husband. She was one of the first people to get a modern day pacemaker. She actually outlived 2 of them and had to have the worn out ones replaced. She was soft and squishy and had her perfect hug working until her heart finally quit in her mid-80's. Probably brought on by high blood pressure.
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Date: 2006-08-05 11:46 pm (UTC)I love this post.
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Date: 2006-08-07 04:30 pm (UTC)My house has has more toys in now than it ever did. No room is out of bounds and I sometimes never tell anyone what I let them do.I never wear pants. I love the sound of your Grandma :-)