Hello, my darlings! How are you all? Doing well, I hope!
I’m doing just fine myself, dealing with a very hot summer, and trying my hand at a new job – I’ll probably talk more about it on a dedicated post.
Today, I was talking to my friend about memories, and this came out, so I thought I’d share it. It was just one of those memories that hit you like a freight train sometimes.
One of the fondest memories I have of my grandpa is that he’d wake up at like 5 am on Saturdays, go out, buy bread and the newspaper, and then let himself in our home, a 30 minute walk from his own. By the time we’d wake up, he would have quietly made breakfast and be sitting there patiently reading his paper so he could have breakfast with us and then head back home. He did that for years, until he got too sick to keep on doing it. It drove my grandmother crazy, but he loved it. And so did we.
Just typing this makes me a little misty-eyed. My grandpa wasn’t a perfect man. He was a grumpy old retired police officer, he was as stubborn as one can be, and he had a gambling problem, yes. But he was also an intensely loving grandpa for us kids, and had embraced my father (his stepson) as his son, to the point where all you had to do to piss him off was to call my dad his stepson.
I don’t know why I’m sharing this. I guess after a certain age, you become nostalgic.
What about you all? What leads you down memory lane? Please share!
See you on the next!
Jay's Brainstorms 
Good old days , childhood, fond memories never fade. We will miss the elders at certain age but memories sail. Life is such that , glad you loved grandpa and you can pen down as much memories in your thoughts, it will make you feel good.
I can relate your grandpa to some one I knew closely as well and every home will have such lovable characters who are very tough out look and the inner soul always melted to grandkids.
Cheers. Keep writing. Have a wonderful day.
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You nailed it! He was very tough and very strict with his children, but then the grandbabies started coming, and he mellowed out like you wouldn’t believe. I miss him every day, but I consider myself blessed that I had some time with him in my life before he became too frail. Thank you for dropping by!
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Cherish memories. They are precious. Wish you more of everything. Cheers.
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My gramma, after I was grown, would keep me up till midnight, then get up at 6 a.m., open the kichen blinds letting the sun directly in my eyes, start banging pans getting breakfast started and sing, “I am blessed, I am blessed, I’ve got shoes on my feet, I’ve got plenty to eat, I am blessed.” And all I could do was smile, hard as I tried to frown.
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Ha. Grandparents are absolutely something else, aren’t they? There is just something special about them, and they can get away with things other people couldn’t dream of! 🙂
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No way anyone else would’ve gotten away with that. The cutesy little Sunday School song didn’t hurt though.
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Very sweet memories. You saw mine – doll stories, plushies stories, even things I handwrote in my childhood or teen years – released by the emptying of the appartment where I grew up since one year and a half…
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I have been following them! It’s not easy to let go, but I imagine each little thing would release so many memories! I hope you’re doing well!
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It’s always interesting to me that when it comes to friends and family, we can see the good and the bad in the same person. But when it comes to strangers or the famous, we always want to label them as heroes or villains, and we are “shocked” when we find out they have another side.
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That is so true. I confess I try to have a balanced view of people, but we all have our biases. And of course, as we age, we start having clearer views and understanding not everything is quite so black and white as we once thought. It’s important to keep in mind! Thanks for dropping by!
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Great memory share, Jay. Yeah, I have a lot of great memories of my grandma and grandpa. The best ones are with Dad, Grandpa, and me. I grew up hunting and fishing with them. I also learned a lot from Grandpa. He would make me “earn” my spot in the boat for fishing. Between him and my dad, I learned how to drive before I was supposed to. Yeah… so many good memories. Thanks for bringing that up. Got a smile on my face as I type this now 🙂
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You can always count on the grandparents to let you do things you shouldn’t, can’t you? Which is a big part of what makes them so precious in our lives. 🙂 And now I want to know more about all of those memories and how the learning how to drive experience worked out!
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That’s a lovely memory–and congratulations on the new job! Almost anything leads me down memory lane these days–the slant of the sun’s rays, a song, a smell in the air–it’s all good though 🙂
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Thanks, I really felt that I needed to share, and thanks for the congratulations, too! I can totally understand everything leading you down memory lane. It’s one of those things that tend to happen as we start taking the time to reflect on life. 🙂
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