Hello friends!
I’m sorry it has been so long since I’ve written. I will admit, I struggled to get through the holidays. Christmas was awful. I didn’t see either of my kids. And I only heard from one of them. The other didn’t respond to my text. I still have their gifts sitting on my table. Nope, I still haven’t seen them. I spent the day alone. Worst Christmas I’ve ever had! I also spent New Years alone. So it wasn’t much better. But I chose to be alone that night. I was actually invited to a friends house, but I just wasn’t feeling up to going. So, overall, my holidays pretty much sucked.
So, how about that memory?
Every summer when I was young, I would spend a few weeks with my grandparents, my dads parents and my aunt. My aunt was only a few years older than me so we were very close, more like sisters. My grandpa was Herb, grandma was Ruth and aunt was Amy. One summer when I was about 7, I was spending time with them. I always enjoyed my time there. I loved getting away from my dads house. He was a drug abuser and I didn’t have a lot of respect for my step mom. Anyway, on this particular evening, Amy and I were waiting for my grandpa to get home from work. Grandma and us wanted to go out to dinner so we knew we would have to ask nicely. When he finally got home, Amy and I kept singing “Gee, we are glad you are home!” Over and over until he finally said what do you want?
We asked if we could go out for dinner. From there, grandma told him what to wear and had him take a shower. He complied even though he wanted a beer before dinner. She had him put on a light colored shirt with buttons and dress pants.
We went to Sweden House on Plainfield. At dinner the subject of his shirt somehow came up. I, the smart 7 year old, tried to convince him that he was wearing a blouse because it had buttons! Of course he said no! It’s a shirt. I continued to argue with him that he was most definitely wearing a blouse! My grandma and aunt both thought it was pretty funny! I’m not sure who it was that put it in my head that shirts with buttons were blouses! My aunt and I both laugh about it to this day.
After dinner, grandma wanted to get her lottery tickets. Grandpas response was “Jesus Christ Ruth! Again! Every fricken day!” My grandma was really into lottery tickets. Grandpa didn’t want to stop at the party store…he wanted to get home. My aunt and I laugh about his responses to her lottery habits too.
If you can picture a young girl arguing with her grandpa about the shirt he was wearing, then hopefully you’ll see the humor.
Wherever you are, I wish you peace, love and happiness.
🌻 Dottie May
Your story brought me a huge smile today remembering life with my Mom and Dad. Summers with you were some of the best times in my life! We are blessed to be able to share those memories together! You were always so funny and made me laugh! We still share many laughs together and this story is one of my favorites! Grandma liked to go get her lotto tickets and study the numbers and always wanted to win it big! She didn’t like to drive but she always was ready to go get those tickets! Thanks for the smiles today! 🤗
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Hi Dottie, wonderful article, thank you for sharing. My Christmas was not better, all my family got sick.. everybody! So, it was not either fun or cool, it’s was just a Christmas. I wish you all the best, Blessings. 🙏🏻✨
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Oh no! Everybody sick on Christmas! That is awful. I’m so sorry. I hope everyone is feeling better and 2019 is off to a good start. Blessings to you also. 🙏
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Thank you very much for kind words and wishes Dorothy!
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