Grandma's Stories: Younger Years

Last week while I was taking care of my grandmother and listening to her tell me the same storie for the upteenth time a thought hit me: these stories mean something. These stories need to be written down and shared. They need to be treasured. Yes, right now I get a little annoyed by them because I have to listen to the same ones over and over. But there are lessons behind these stories. She always shares them with to to make a point. So I decided it's time I sit down with Mommom and get her to tell me all the stories she can think of. She's not a master story teller, but they are her stories. Stories that I know one day will mean more to me than I can imagine. So here are a few of the ones I got out of her this past week. Enjoy!

Dell [her sister] and I were really good buddies when we were growing up. We would argue about anything. Finally one day we decided this was ridiculous that we fought all the time. We were about 10 years old and we shook on it, and so help me we haven’t fought since. 

Dell and I used to go see Mrs. Moore who lived not too far from us. She had a bunch of cats we would go see. She was like our grandmother. I don’t think I could have loved a grandmother as much as I loved her. This is awful, but she would give you 50 cents or so to take a cat down to the creek and drown it for her. And I did that! 

When Dell started dating Harold, he had a friend, Hennery, and kept bringing him with him all the time. He was a nice boy, but I didn’t want to date him for some reason. So I finally got it through Harold’s head not to bring him up here every time. So anyway Harold came without him and I got a phone call from Hennery. He said, “You know where I want to be?” I said “No… I guess not.” “He said “With you.” So finally I just had to tell him I didn’t want to date him anymore. There was nothing wrong with him. He was always a gentleman. But some people you just think, “Ya know, I don’t want to spend my time with him.” But we had a good time back in those days.