Looking up my Past

 My Mother’s mother was so busy that I never really Knew her well, but I do remember the farm and watching her kill chickens and that she never raised her voice.  She died of melanoma when I was twelve, and I remember her in the hospital and holding her hand.  That time with her was a great gift to me and I’ll always remember it.

But Today I want to talk about my father’s parents, who were very important as well, especially when I was a kid but also, they lived until my early twenties, and late twenties in my mother’s case.  The first five years, when I lived in Kansas City, my grandparents took care of my brother and I many times.  My grandparents had a small white framed house outside of Sedalia, Missouri, and It was rural then.  There were neighbors up the road, and sometimes we visited them.  We went nowhere with them, just played outside and inside the house.  My grandma had little things for us to play with, like cereal boxes and such, and we played store, gift shop, etc.  Outside we loved a tin tub and would sit in it for a long time.  We also had games we played, and a lemonade stand and store.  I loved our times together, and our fantasies.  My grandmother would always say I said, “Nice breeze, Grandma”.  My grandfather was sweet and kind and never raised his voice, but my grandma had had a kick to her.  I found that out from listening to my parents.  I loved my grandparents, but as I grew older, we didn’t see them as much.  Probably it was partially because my grandparents were strict Methodists, and didn’t believe in smoking or drinking, so things had to be hidden, and my parents also hated the religion.  Though my parents were Methodist as well, ours was not as strict, and my parents were great smokers and drinkers.  So, we hid more, and saw them less.  As time went on, we lived further away, and our visits were less frequent.

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  1. Museum AmyAugust 2, 2022 at 6:21 AM

    I never realized that they were so close to where I lived in Missouri; I was a half hour from Sedalia.

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