So the house is very quiet tonight..all the laughing and tearing of the wrapping paper is over for another year..do you kids think it goes by in a flash?..so Im staring out my bedroom window looking at my neighbors red Xmas lights...it reminds me of a story from 42 years ago..I was a sophomore at VHS..times were very tumultuous at my home..my KC grandmother was very aware of our situation and wanted my brother and myself to come and spend a week at her house starting on Xmas night..the feeling of getting to go to her house and out of our home situation was beyond words...even for only a week..we caught the Continental Trailways bus in Tipton on Xmas night...my grandmother paid the fare which was $4.35 each way..as we sat on that bus waiting to head to KC my mind was racing in anticipation of the peacefulness and warm safe feeling of my grandmothers house on the east side of KC..my grandmother was a true angel..like most nurses are..my KC grandfather died when I was very young..my grandmother raised 9 children by herself. .she could squeeze a dollar out of a nickel and still make you feel so satisfied with life ..her beans and cornbread. .iced tea...special homade desserts. .bologna sandwiches were legendary. ..she had a very quiet but understanding way about her on everything.....that week with her was so memorable that I take a while each Xmas to think of nothing but her..I go by her old house on 15th and Hardesty and sit for a while and just remember..we did simple things all that week...played slap jack. .crazy 8s..monopoly... built a fire each night and watched TV as my grandmother fell asleep in her chair..at just the right time my grandmother would slip some fresh popped corn and Kool Aid in front of us..as that week went by I never wanted it to end but knowing it would made me very sad..as my grandmother took us to the bus depot at 11th and Locust that cold night she knew how I felt as her kiss goodbye was a little harder and her squeeze of my hand was a little longer..so as I stared at those red neon lights that night waiting for the bus to take us back to Versailles and as my grandmother in her black coat and scarf waved her final goodbye the myth that men dont cry was dispelled in my mind forever...so Granny...you have been gone physically for a while..but your memory still burns in my mind so bright especially at Christmas time..you have always and will be forever my angel....Merry Christmas grandma....
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 01:42:55 +0000
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