Memories of Grandma
At Grandmas house, the summer of 68, My brother Mark and I were having breakfast, a box of Cheerios or some such round oat cereal. He was on his second bowl when I spoke up, “What’s dees things crawlin around in my cereal?â?
Our parents and grandma walked over to inspect.
“Bowl weevils,â? my Grandma said, Mark wide eyed, continued to eat ,until our mother took the bowl away.
My brothers, Steve, Mark Michael and I used to run through the cornfields, being city kids, we had never seen corn stalks and enjoyed playing a game of Hide & Seek.
Grandma gave us all a half dollar coin, I still have mine. Mike wanted a plush doll that was on a bed , Grandma gave it to him and he carried it everywhere that week.
When Grandma visited us she stopped in the entry, removed her shoes, saying, “My feet are tared.â?
We thought she meant she got tar on her feet from the street, she meant tired. We loved the way she talked, always made us smile. Still does when I think about her.