Things Grandma Had
I think I’m going to reduce to posting once a weekday instead of twice. My creative juices are starting to run a bit dry and need to re-moisten. You know how creative juices are. It’s hard to run with an idea if you’re not well-lubed with creative juices.
Well, this was gross. Let’s never talk about creative juices again.
Grandma had a gumball tree.
We would play in her yard
Climb the tree
She used to marvel aloud
at how high we could get
and we’d flush with pride.
Grandma had a kitchen table.
She used it well
Heaping it with purchased food
sweets the neighbors had given her
dishes her family had cooked.
Grandma had four sons.
Three with families
All tall men
Every able-bodied son or grandson
would bump their head
against the low-hanging chandelier.
It was a family joke.
Grandma had cable TV.
We would watch it
and eat ice cream from her freezer
unsupervised
late into the night.
We spent time at Grandma’s
watching TV
and eating
and talking
and eating
and sometimes she would take us out
to eat.
By the time we left her house
we had costume jewelry
or a dollar store trinket in hand.
She wasn’t satisfied
unless you left
belly hard-packed with food
and both hands full of gifts.
When we got home
we couldn’t eat again
for twenty-four hours.
Grandma had a lot of things.
Grandma was a hoarder.
She survived the Great Depression.
But she gave
everything.
She once tried to give me
functional furniture
right out of her kitchen.
Fresh Hell 
You missed the m word….
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Moist? I said moist. Was it moist?
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U did indeed…oops
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moooooist
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Lol
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Moist?
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It’s always a bummer when our creative juices run dry. You gotta allow enough foreplay between creations so you are well-lubed with creative juices. hahahaha.
Yayyy, that was lovely to read about. How cute! Always giving presents and food. My grandma (Dad’s mom) would always make cherry pies for us when we were over; cherry was my favorite. I was a toddler, and I would sneak up and eat out of the middle of the pie. I thought I was sneaky but she knew it was me hahaha. She used to bring Natalie and I to the piggly wiggly and we could spend our quarters on these little toys there, and she would always give us hershey kisses.
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Weren’t we lucky? It seems like about half of Americans had super strict Bible-thumping Baptist grandmothers.
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