Gramma
Created | Updated Mar 28, 2002
Grandmother's, as described by some ratty old dictionary I found underneath my bed hiding among the bountiful crop of dust bunnies, are the mothers of either of one's parents. That doesn't quite seem like the definition I would use to describe my Gramma. The adjective grandmotherly means excessively fussy; like a grandmother or with the indulgence befitting a grandmother. Far from what I had in mind. Here's my definitions:
grandmother: the one person you can confess to after breaking mommy's favorite vase or flushing daddy's keys and recieve a bear hug, mooshy kiss, and chocolate cake for feeling bad about it; just about the best person you'll ever meet.
grandmotherly: tenderly, honestly, and crazily clean fun all at once.
Though I can hardly do anyone justice with those simple words I find that the majority of just plain "old" people I meet are the coolest and best bunch in a world crowded with saps, morons, and power hungry officials. And all the "old" people I've met have been the most trusting, carefree and downright nuttiest people I'll propbably ever have the priviledge of meeting. Quotes around old because you're only as old as you feel and when you come right down to it, there are alot of "old" folks who act like three and four year olds.
I've got to tip my hat Gramma, though. She is one of the nuttiest people I know besides my mother who happens to be from the last daughter of Gramma. Mayhap insanity runs in the family? If that's the case then there are several people out there who are in serious trouble or are having the ride of their lives!
I call my grandmother insane because there are times when she'll do the strangest things. But she's far from senile. Spry as a world class athelete and more fun than a litter of puppies, she's one of my most favoritist persons in the entire Universe. I love listening to her stories. Even if they are only over the phone, learning how the times have changed since she was a young girl is just too cool for words. And I hate history!
Her house is also the coolest. Admittedly I haven't been there in over 5 years, what I remember of it was all good fun and wonderful stories. The kitchen always smelt of chocolate cake or cookies and the rest of the house (except for the closets which smelt like mothballs) had a cedar smell to it. Especially her room. Sometimes my mother will tell me stories about how she came across certain little knick-knacks and pieces of furniture. Then other times she would tell me of how much she wanted the ceder desk in Gramma's room. She always described it as if it were a treasure chest, and it virtually was! Gramma kept oh so many treasures in that old thing! Pictures, junk jewelry from bygone childhood days, letters and notes, old news clippings, and just so many wonderful things! I even found an old twig broken off from, I believe, an oak tree.
I remember one time when my family was driving up to Alaska it had started to snow when we stayed at Gramma's house for a break. My brother and I went outside to play because he had never played in snow and it had been forever since I layed eyes on the stuff. There wasn't a lot of snow, just a little bit, so I taught him how to throw a snowball and started a snowball fight. I was winning of course but then Gramma came outside and pummeled the heck outta both of us! The most fun I ever had. When my parents came outside we started scrapping up all the snow we could get, brought it inside the house up to the second story window and Gramma led my parents right under us and we dropped the snow ontop of them! Her idea of course and, man oh man, she was literally rolling around laughing!
"Old" people are the best, especially my Gramma. Love you bunches Gramma, don't ever change.
grandmother: the one person you can confess to after breaking mommy's favorite vase or flushing daddy's keys and recieve a bear hug, mooshy kiss, and chocolate cake for feeling bad about it; just about the best person you'll ever meet.
grandmotherly: tenderly, honestly, and crazily clean fun all at once.
Though I can hardly do anyone justice with those simple words I find that the majority of just plain "old" people I meet are the coolest and best bunch in a world crowded with saps, morons, and power hungry officials. And all the "old" people I've met have been the most trusting, carefree and downright nuttiest people I'll propbably ever have the priviledge of meeting. Quotes around old because you're only as old as you feel and when you come right down to it, there are alot of "old" folks who act like three and four year olds.
I've got to tip my hat Gramma, though. She is one of the nuttiest people I know besides my mother who happens to be from the last daughter of Gramma. Mayhap insanity runs in the family? If that's the case then there are several people out there who are in serious trouble or are having the ride of their lives!
I call my grandmother insane because there are times when she'll do the strangest things. But she's far from senile. Spry as a world class athelete and more fun than a litter of puppies, she's one of my most favoritist persons in the entire Universe. I love listening to her stories. Even if they are only over the phone, learning how the times have changed since she was a young girl is just too cool for words. And I hate history!
Her house is also the coolest. Admittedly I haven't been there in over 5 years, what I remember of it was all good fun and wonderful stories. The kitchen always smelt of chocolate cake or cookies and the rest of the house (except for the closets which smelt like mothballs) had a cedar smell to it. Especially her room. Sometimes my mother will tell me stories about how she came across certain little knick-knacks and pieces of furniture. Then other times she would tell me of how much she wanted the ceder desk in Gramma's room. She always described it as if it were a treasure chest, and it virtually was! Gramma kept oh so many treasures in that old thing! Pictures, junk jewelry from bygone childhood days, letters and notes, old news clippings, and just so many wonderful things! I even found an old twig broken off from, I believe, an oak tree.
I remember one time when my family was driving up to Alaska it had started to snow when we stayed at Gramma's house for a break. My brother and I went outside to play because he had never played in snow and it had been forever since I layed eyes on the stuff. There wasn't a lot of snow, just a little bit, so I taught him how to throw a snowball and started a snowball fight. I was winning of course but then Gramma came outside and pummeled the heck outta both of us! The most fun I ever had. When my parents came outside we started scrapping up all the snow we could get, brought it inside the house up to the second story window and Gramma led my parents right under us and we dropped the snow ontop of them! Her idea of course and, man oh man, she was literally rolling around laughing!
"Old" people are the best, especially my Gramma. Love you bunches Gramma, don't ever change.
