|Left to right: siblings Joyce and John and my mom (Thelma)|
As a young woman you couldn't have imagined all the twists and turns life would take.
You married your high school sweetheart.
You became a mom.
A daughter, two sons, four granddaughters, three grandsons, and one great granddaughter is quite the legacy! Here is Rebekah, sharing her thoughts on what it is like to have such a spunky grandma.
My grandma was never a cookies and quilt-making kind of grandma. Instead, she packed us white bread and cheese sandwiches in mini-versions of grandpa's lunch box when we rode along in the combine.
|Left to right: Karsten, Kellen, Rebekah, David, Alexandra|
Five young grandchildren with different personalities all vying for attention when they arrived at her house could be daunting, but grandma always strove to be fair. We each got our turn, and none was spoiled more than the other. We got our catered indulgences. The older boys got their 'older kid' TV, Alexandra got her own special-diet treasure chest to choose treats from, David got to play as much computer as he wanted, and I got to forgo sandwiches for lunch (I hated sandwich bread). There was always enough candy to go all around.
When I was younger, she knew I wasn't interested in frills and dolls and let me loose to tramp in the muddy fields. She taught me not to be afraid of being a little stubborn, letting the truth get in the way of a good story, or losing.
A visit to grandma's house was never complete without a few games of gin rummy. While we were learning how to play, grandma never stroked our young egos by letting us win. We had to earn every victory and when we did, how sweet it was.
Another pastime was asking Grandma to tell me a story. Her way of retelling stories makes you ask her to tell them again and again. They're funny, they're shocking and sometimes maybe just a little bit tall, but always based on the truth. Like the one about the girl who fell into the outhouse…but that's a different story for another time.
I never had a huge sweet tooth, but I knew that when the moment struck me, there was always a Werther's waiting for me in Grandma's purse. Only when I got older did I learn it was because of her diabetes. I just knew that it was there, I only had to ask.
In a week I fly to Las Vegas to join grandma, mom, and my uncle and aunt to celebrate grandma's 80th birthday. It will be my first time in Vegas and I can't imagine a better reason for going. They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, but I'm sure for grandma it's really a treasure trove of stories waiting to be experienced and shared.
Happy Birthday Grandma!