We went to my Grandpa Starn’s house for a bar-b-que. Grandpa took me into his boysenberry garden and let me pick berries and put them straight into my mouth. I thought that was quite a treat. Then he let his geese out of their pen to show me. They hissed and quaked and pecked me on the legs. I don’t think he knew they would do that, at least I hope he didn’t. I remember it hurt and left bruises.
Later I was in the kitchen with Sarah getting ready to bring things outside for dinner. Sarah was my grandpa's second wife. I was nibbling on a ginger cookie and said, “Grandma, you make the best cookies!” Without missing a breathe she looked at me saying, “Don’t call me grandma, I’m just married to your grandpa. You can call me Sarah.” I was just a little kid. I didn’t know why she suddenly seemed so different and so mean. I think her wanting me to call her Sarah instead of grandma hurt more than those geese biting my legs!
From that day forward I never did like her. When we’d go to visit I would visit and play with my grandpa but not her. I noticed the other kids did the same and later learned they’d also gotten the same instruction from Sarah.
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ReplyDeleteWhat a loser Sarah was...just think of the love and affection she could have shared by being your "grandma"....
ReplyDeleteI had a step grandpa I was afraid of, but that another story.