Friday, December 31, 2004
This is what I come from....
My father told me this story last weekend and I'm very happy he did.
When my grandmother was younger she was a wife, mother, teacher, and homemaker. She was as selfless as they come and this story just further reiterates that.
Every morning she would get up and get my father, my aunt, and my grandfather all ready for their days. After sending them on their way she would scrub the bathtub, fill it up and place rocks in it. Then she would take the family goldfish and turtles and put them in. She did this because she thought it was cruel that they had to stay in their tiny bowl all day. After work she would come home and take them out, remove the rocks and drain the water. She would then scrub the tub so my grandfather could take his nightly bath. I think this is quite possibly the sweetest story I have ever heard.
I didn't get to know my grandmother very well because she was diagnosed with althesimers when I was 5 or 6 years old. She was only 69. But I do know that she was amazing, and I miss her terribly.
Another short story about her...
The family dog had arthritis and the vet told my grandmother to give him a little brandy for the pain. So, a woman who NEVER drank, went to the corner liquor store and asked the man for "the cheapest brandy you have.......it's for my dog" she said.
We are all pretty sure, that man did not think as highly of my grandmother than we all do.
When my grandmother was younger she was a wife, mother, teacher, and homemaker. She was as selfless as they come and this story just further reiterates that.
Every morning she would get up and get my father, my aunt, and my grandfather all ready for their days. After sending them on their way she would scrub the bathtub, fill it up and place rocks in it. Then she would take the family goldfish and turtles and put them in. She did this because she thought it was cruel that they had to stay in their tiny bowl all day. After work she would come home and take them out, remove the rocks and drain the water. She would then scrub the tub so my grandfather could take his nightly bath. I think this is quite possibly the sweetest story I have ever heard.
I didn't get to know my grandmother very well because she was diagnosed with althesimers when I was 5 or 6 years old. She was only 69. But I do know that she was amazing, and I miss her terribly.
Another short story about her...
The family dog had arthritis and the vet told my grandmother to give him a little brandy for the pain. So, a woman who NEVER drank, went to the corner liquor store and asked the man for "the cheapest brandy you have.......it's for my dog" she said.
We are all pretty sure, that man did not think as highly of my grandmother than we all do.
