Monday, September 30, 2013

Grandma's Stories: Falling In Love

Back in April, I started recording stories from Mommom (you can read the first few here)  because I knew one day they would mean so much to me. What I didn't realize is how soon the day would come when I would truly treasure them.
I'm at All In right now, and I'm supposed to be doing homework, but I found myself reading through these stories from my sweet Mommom, missing her, and wishing I could plop down on the couch next to her and share whats going on in my life just like I did every day last year. But she's with Jesus now, signing, dancing, and praising him with every fiber of her being. She has been made whole again. She's free.
So here is one of my favorite stories from Mommom. This is the story of how she met and fell in love with Granddad.

I was working in Atlanta, and Fritz was going to Georgia tech. The YMCA had dance classes for young people. He and his buddies would go, and me and my friends would go. He was in the class before me, and the teacher said, “You boys stay I need some boys to dance with the next group.” So they stayed in my class, and Fritz chose me for a partner. After a dance the teacher would say “Change partners” and he would whisper in my ear “We’re not going to change.” My friend Carolyn Taylor was from Atlanta and was not scared of anything. I was just a little country girl scared of everything. We went to Daytona Beach together and rented a room for a week. She could meet a boy and go out with him that night but boy I wouldn’t! My mama taught me to be afraid of boys because you never know what they’re going to do. The night I met Fritz, he said we should go downstairs to the coke machine and get a coke. There was no one else down there and when I came back Carolyn said “Oh Carrie, you didn’t go downstairs by yourself with a boy?!” She just couldn’t believe I would do that.

Fritz didn’t have a car so he got a taxi to come out to the house to see me. So I said, “If we’re going to go somewhere I’ll drive out, you don’t have to get a taxi to get me” so that’s what we did. The Varsity was diagonally across from the boarding house where Fritz was staying. He had already graduated and was doing graduate work. I thought I had really caught something, you know. I found someone who had already finished college who was still going to school.
When he first met me he told his friends “I’m going to marry that girl.” They said “No you’re not! She’s from the mountains, you don’t know that girl.” But he did.

He was working in Pensacola and would drive up to Georgia see me on the weekend. I always felt so bad because he wouldn’t go see his mother. Finally one day I said, “You have to go see her.” But he wouldn’t go without taking me even tough I had no business going. I said ok, we’d go on a Saturday and spend the day with her. I think that was the first time he ever brought a girl home so Mother decided he must really like me if he took me home.
All my sisters just thought he was the greatest, you know.

I thought Fritz had the prettiest smile I had ever seen on a man.

He was always such a gentleman. I guess that’s the thing that attracted me to him more than anything. A lot of boys I dated I felt like I had to push them off but I always felt very comfortable and safe with him.

The bridge in Atlanta that crosses 85 right there beside The Varsity. The first time he ever kissed me was right on that bridge. I thought, "I’ve never been kissed like that before! I must be in love." And I was.



Now, she stopped telling her story there, but there is so much more to this story. My grandpa asked her to marry him. She said no. She cried about it for days then changed her mind. We were talking about this one day, and she said something that's always made me laugh. She said, "Alyssa, I was young. You're young. You're a teenager. It's a teenagers right to change their mind about anything."

So, dear friends, if you're dating someone and they ask you to marry them and you say no, just know that it's your right to change your mind. I mean I'm pretty happy she changed her mind, because if she hadn't, I wouldn't be here. 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Facing My Fears

Guys, a monumental thing happened in my life last Friday.

I went to see a GI specialist with my mom. She has been going with me to all my appointments to have another pair of ears and use her pushy skills to make sure we're doing the right thing here.

Well anyway, the doctor wanted to run blood work to test for who knows what. So we were sent across the street to the hospital to see my favorite person in the hospital- the phelbotomist (I'm being sarcastic. I hate needles. Read my last post here which talks about the extent of my hate). 

So my mom and I are sitting in the waiting room. We'd been there for about 5 minutes (this is after being at the other office for like 3 hours) and my mom decided to go to the bathroom. I kid you not, 30 seconds after she left, this guy with mad scientist hair called me back so he could stab me in the arm and suck my blood out.

Without my mom.

I was about to tell him I needed to wait for my mom, but then I realized the past 2 times I've dealt with needles I've been ok. So what did I do? I braved the needles with just me and the crazy haired man.

And I was ok.

I didn't cry or freak out at all. I was totally calm through the whole thing.
I guess practice makes perfect, eh?