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What'll they say about me.

Grandaddy loves to recount stories of his lady and her sassy ways. She demanded and it was understood Every one would do Any thing to maintain her happiness because when she wasn't, there was None. He got himself a Tennessee farm girl with a store bought bedroom suite and a fancy coat so he picked up where her daddy left off.

She was the Fun One in the floor for hours playing dozens of games purchased at yard sales because she loved a bargain. She swallowed handfuls of vitamins and substituted honey for sugar in homemade ice cream because it was the seventies. She giggled and feigned innocence when we teased her. A health nut the likes of which you kids today have never seen.

Once, for Christmas, she bought me some XXXL, maroon, organza pants with a silver sequined tank top because she loved a bargain. I was ten.

She stayed up all night with a homesick mama's girl but I didn't know it was her fourth night in a row. She said she never told a lie and I panicked a little. "Well, maybe one time" and I sighed relief because I still had a chance.

And there was that business with the broom straw whippings. Well, maybe one time, and that seemed fair enough. See, her boys loved her so they would always obey and it was simple enough while Grandaddy was shielding her delicate sensibilities from any unpleasantness. This was his job.

My grandmother wore red and kept her high school sweetheart fresh and fine for a whole lifetime because that was hers.

He'd agree, it just ain't the same without her.


  1. This post gave me chills... i love a real love story.

  2. One of the many perks of being born to adolescent parents... I am the only one of MY generation that remembers an up-all-night floor-sitting grandmother, unwrapping bizarre gifts only to be taken away and given to someone else, super-cute sparkly, flowing, jingling gypsy outfits that my 10 year old self LOVES but mom hates.... and questionable "health" concoctions!

  3. Funny and sweet all at he same time. :)

    Hi from HHH.

  4. She sounds like my kind of chick. Thank you for sharing her with me.


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