Pappy and Grandma did some things together, but a lot of things seperately. He went to breakfast at Hardees around 6, she went to breakfast at Brady's around 8. He took me to air shows and hobby stores. She took me to church bazaars and K-mart. And Grandma had the coolest sisters. Aunt Jen lived with Aunt Doll and Uncle Joe. So we got to see two sisters for the price of one. :) And they like to go "running" together. And I liked to go with them.
Grandma trying to be practical while Pap simply gave me everything I wanted
the "craft" I made out of a pom pom, stickers, and a wooden ice cream spoon that was still hanging above the light switch when I went to college
bringing back little restaurant jellies and coffee creamers and leaving them in my spot in the fridge for me to eat with a little spoon and drink
sitting in the front seat of the aqua Valiant in the middle
staying with her after Pappy died to make it a little easier
watching The Price Is Right in the mornings and Murder, She Wrote at night (after Tom Brokaw)
is my Grandma's birthday, and somehow talking about that turned into an
hour of my telling stories to my children about my Pappy. We were
joined at the hip. He was my favorite person in the world. He died
when I was ten, and we'd already made a lifetime of memories by then.
steam engine rides
the $13 of stickers that I "needed"
the way he always knew that my knee was hurt because his had been hurting too
White bread with grape jelly cut into four squares and served on a dixie paper plate in front of the TV at night, where he'd sit in his big green easy chair and Grandma would lay on the yellow sofa. I would sit in his lap, then transfer to lying on top of Grandma's side.
The hole in the hedge that I found to shorten the distance to play with Chrissy and Cindy next door that quickly remained trimmed and open
how he said that we just couldn't go that long without being with me if he hadn't seen me for a week
The two wooden swings he built for my trees at his house and how he's hold my hand and pull back and then let go and send me flying on the half moon rope swing on the walnut tree
sitting on the back porch on hot summer nights, the big box fan blowing and the bug zapper zapping to listen to stories of him and his brothers, the trolley they used to ride to Harrisburg to get models that were 15 cents and glue that was 10 cents (or something like that)
having my own bed in Grandma and Pap's bedroom, but always sleeping in the middle instead
driving down past TMI to get our favorite Hershey's black raspberry ice cream cones
the smell of peppermint and pipe tobacco riding
in his car,towel wrapped around bathing suit
to watch him direct traffic at a fire
"Pappy and Alicia" carved into
the tree at the air show
asking him when he first fell in love with Grandma, and him replying that he'd loved her ever since she was a little girl
testing for aluminum cans
with his pocket magnet
feeding the wild rabbit that one summer
good junk he brought me - the frying pan missing a handle turned bird bath,
old desks for the teacher and my invisible students, a box of old ribbon
from the cemetery where he volunteered and sheets of styrofoam for my "crafts"putting flags on veteran
sneaking in to the hospital when I was 2 and he was recovering
from open heart surgery
He was my best friend. "Who's the bestest, Grandma?", he'd say every night. And she'd reply, "That's our baby." Brian says that he now knows why I never lack self-confidence, haha.