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Sunday, September 09, 2012

Conversations with Grands and Grand Old Dames




Dinkum Devo: Grandma ..... Grandma.... 

Grandma walks from the kitchen into the family room where Dinkum is on his knees by the coffee table, elbow on coffee table, head on hand.
Grandma: What sweetie?
Dinkum: Can I take my hand off my head yet?
Grandma: What? 
Dinkum: Can I take my hand off my head yet?
Grandma: Well of course... why do you have 
your hand on your head ... is this some kind of game?
Dinkum: Grandpa told me to hold my hand on my head.
Grandma: Oh. Well, sure take your hand off your head.

Later grandma asks grandpa if he told Dinkum to hold his hand on his head. Grandpa looked puzzled briefly, then he began to chuckle.

 "No, when I walked through the room and he was making all those star war noises I told him that grandma had a headache and he needed to keep those noises inside his head for awhile."

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Grandma is reading "How Do Dinosaur's say Goodnight" to Z-bub, Dinkum, and Mizelle.

Dinkum Devo: Grandma, were there really dinosaur's?

Grandma: Yes there were.
Dinkum Devo: Did they all die?
Grandma: Yes, many years ago.
Zbub: Were they alive when you were a kid?

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A recent sunny Sunday morning we walked down the street to a local church -  just for a visit.  It wasn't our usual place to fellowship.


I can't remember one thing the pastor preached that day, but I do remember a very short but touching sermon

we heard on the way home.

As the hubby and I walked down the street, hand in hand, a very large car pulled over and came to a stop by us.  We stopped walking.


The passenger window rolled downward and a delicate little old woman leaned towards us from her straight posture at the wheel.    


"I'm on my way to see my husband," she spoke in a quiet tone, yet firm.  She was dressed for church like ladies of the fifties.  She even had a little bow hat.   


"He has alzheimers," she continued when she knew she had our attention, "and he is in Pioneer House.  I saw you walking together and I needed to tell you to cherish these moments. Cherish each other. You never know when it will be taken away from you."


She then pushed the electric window back up and pulled away.




9 comments:

Far Side of Fifty said...

Some old women are pretty smart..thanks for sharing..enjoy those grands soon they will be teenagers:)

Jan n Jer said...

LOL...never tire of hearing what kids say...so cute. That little old lady gives good advice...sweet..but sad story!

Intense Guy said...

"Were they alive when you were a kid?" made me hoot and laugh out loud - disturbed some office co-workers... :)

That lady reminds me "Driving Miss Daisy"...

...and I hope you ARE cherishing your time with Mr. Dusty.

Intense Guy said...

Just popped in to say HI!!!

:)

Peter said...

Hi Pamela, I thought it was about time I visited with some friends... I'm up to date and entertained now... many thanks.

Gattina said...

Real stories are the best ! lol !
Long time that you are not blogging !

PEA said...

This is Halloween

Goblins on the doorstep,
Phantoms in the air,
Owls on witches' gate posts,
Giving stare for stare.

Cats on flying broomsticks,
Bats against the moon,
Stirring round of fate-cakes,
With a solemn spoon.

Whirling apple parings,
Figures draped in sheets,
Dodging, disappearing,
Up and down the streets.

Jack-o'-lanterns grinning,
Shadows on a screen,
Shrieks and starts and laughter--
This is Halloween!

Happy Halloween, dear Pamela, and make sure you come by my blog today for my Halloween Bash and see what costume I dressed you up in! hehe xoxo

Auntie sezzzzzz... said...

Precious post, all round.

I saw the name of your blog, in the comments of another blog.. Was intrigued. Came over.

I don't like to just *lurk* and leave, with no comment. So... I comment. You have a delightful blog.

Gentle hugs,

"Auntie"

Claudia said...

I love these little vignettes! so funny about the grandkids but...the last story? Amazingly poignant...