I’ve thought a great deal about
memories – those I have and those I’m possibly making for someone else. My
daughter and oldest granddaughter had to take a weeklong trip. The youngest,
who was attending summer school, stayed with me. The nine-year-old slept on a
mat in the living room of my apartment with her small dog, Toots.
We rose at dawn, dressed, walked
the dog and drove over to her house where the bus came to take her to school. I
dropped off the dog, went to work, came back to collect her and the dog, then drove
back to my place for games, TV, more walking the dog and for me – a nap. I had
an exhausting week.
Some of my memories will include a
trip to the Dolly Steamboat on Canyon
Lake outside of Apache
Junction. The lake is created by the Salt River which runs through Arizona , pretty much the main waterway that actually has
water until it reaches Tempe
Lake . The air-conditioned
ride (if you stay on the lower deck) included gorgeous scenery, some wildlife
and information about the area from the captain.
For the first fifteen minutes on
the boat, my granddaughter enjoyed none of it. She went into my-life-is-miserable-and-I’m-going-to-eat-some-worms-fit, all because she didn’t like wearing
the life preserver all children under twelve must wear while on the boat. Once
she got past that and began waving to the people zooming by on water skis, we
talked, ate popcorn and had a pleasant time.
The next day we looked up the
nearest location of How to Train Your
Dragons 2. We saw it in 3-D. The
last 3-D movie I saw was in my teen years, so this was a totally new experience
for me. An excellent show, by the way, and I enjoyed it as much as my
granddaughter who had seen the first version and could explain anything I
didn’t understand.
But one of the most delightful
memories had my granddaughter reading a book. She’s had difficulties with
reading and summer school was supposed to help her improve. Well, she read
through “The Terrible Plop” by Ursula Dubosarsky and Andrew Joyner with such
precision I couldn’t believe she hadn’t read it before.
(This was posted originally on July 1st and disappeared.)
Don't you just hate it when something goes off into cyber space! I love making memories with my granddaughter. She still talks about the time we rode bicycles all over my small Mississippi town. Great post!
ReplyDeleteI blame cyber space for my thinning hair! Every time I have one of these glitches, I start pulling on my hair. What’s worse, I never get any satisfactory answers. If I’m doing something wrong, I’d like to know so I won’t do the same thing again.
DeleteThank you for taking the time to re-post this, Marion. It's a touching post . I enjoyed reading it the second time as much as I did the first. It also brought back memories for me as a child with my parents.
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming back to reread and make a comment.
DeleteI hope my little three year old grandson remembers his grandmother kindly, and not for the 28 minute temper tantrum he and I experienced together at a park. :) In my fantasies I'd planned on being the cookie-baking, super fun grandma, not a person rolling around on brown Texas grass hanging on to my grandson's vest!!! Thanks for sharing this.
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HI Marion, I read this on July 1st so was surprised to see it again. But I love it. I've been on the Dolly Steamboat with my mom several times so your post brought back super memories.
ReplyDeleteI still have great memories of my Grandmother who has been gone almost 20 years. My favorite are of the holidays...Mom, Grandmom and me would walk though the small South Philly Streets, look at all the decorated houses, then stop at Woolworth's Five & Ten. My mom would have tea, Grandmom coffee, and hot chocolate for me. Once we had warmed up, we would head home. Years from now, your granddaughter will tell a similar tale. Thanks for sharing...
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