Ggma’s version of Hide & Seek

30 01 2015

You’d think with all of my years of experience this would be no big deal.  Things go missing almost daily so I stop and prepare myself for getting into the “hunt mode”.  Those TV commercials about finding the wife’s keys in the fridge are such old news at this point.  At this stage we are talking about Hide & Seek v4.0.  I take my time and try not get rattled and remember it is just stuff (most of which can be easily replaced).

My chronically messed up sinuses look forward to a good bath each morning from a squeeze bottle netipot.ggmhs2 I used it yesterday – took it apart, washed it properly and left it in the sink to dry.  Or so I thought.  So this morning I microwaved the distilled water, added the saline mix and went to screw on the top…and…suddenly the top was MIA.  I had seen it during the day yesterday hadn’t I?  I looked in all the places I thought it could have gotten on its own – then I switched gears.  Freezer?  All kitchen drawers?  Bathroom?  Floor?  Garbage?  Under the microwave?  It was about an hour’s worth of hide and seek before I decided to just consider it another one of those mysterious vanishing things that will some day all be revealed.

My last resort is always to ask. Ggma gave me that blank stare like I was talkin’ gibberish…”What?  The black tip to a squeeze bottle with a straw kind of thing attached to it?  What?”  #($*0)@#%#&2 is what she heard.

Then I noticed the two week old wilting arrangement of birthday flowers.  Daily she will pull out whatever looks past gone, add more water and enjoy it for yet another day.  She’d moved it off the kitchen table yesterday when I was out picking up her prescriptions and put it on another surface.  I stepped closer.  Tucked into the lovely last days of the arrangement was exactly what I expected to find…ggmhs1

He’s doing the Monkey…

23 12 2008


Don’t ask me how my brain works.  

Don’t ask me how I connect two random thoughts.  Sometimes it just happens.  

Back in the darkest days of the summer when one life was being wrapped up, another life was just being unwrapped.  It is no surprise to me that months before any of this happened, the expectant Farmer’s Wife had decided to decorate the baby’s room with a theme around old antique toys.  

During one of the last forays into his favorite resale shop, Billy found a little John Deere tractor that had to go to the farm in Pennsylvania for Big Farm Boy’s collection of yellow and green goodies.  Papa (that’s what my kids called Billy) didn’t know yet that his fourth great grandchild was a boy.  We’d get that happy news just weeks before he took off and left us all behind.

The light in that dark tunnel of death was the truth that life keeps going.  Some die – some are born.  Even at the funeral we could hold that month old bundle and be reminded that it wasn’t over… 

The clapping monkey was Billy’s favorite toy.  There wasn’t a grandchild in the bunch that doesn’t have memories – some perhaps rather traumatizing – but memories nonetheless of the joy he’d get at firing that puppy up to clap and grin.

It made perfect sense that the one who was the last to join the bunch during the sad time, should be the one to carry on with the monkey – giving it a new home along side the other antique toys decorating his nursery. 

We got pictures the other day of the two of them together and there is a strange resemblance.  James Brown’s song is about an old man that wasn’t afraid to get out on the dance floor and have fun…just like that Papa we said good bye to few months ago.  So here’s a shout out to Billy from James Brown himself recorded just about the time the monkey was made…please listen.of505903914

grady baby

31 07 2008

Oh you sweet thing. I just wanted to welcome you to our part of the universe and let you know that I have you in mind alot when I write about your great-grandfather. And I was realizing that you two really have alot in common – even with 85 years 9 months and 20 some odd days difference in your ages.

You both have a tough time sleeping through the night. It is rough for you both expressing exactly what it is that you’re trying to get across which leads us caregivers to guessing games to get you settled down. Naps can be only minutes long – do you sense that we are sneaking off to catch a nap too because we’re exhausted? Or when you sleep too long and everyone in the house gets really nervous and huddles over you to see if you’re breathing.

Actually the list is quite long but I’ll stop with the one I thought of today – you had the same thing for lunch…just out of different containers. Papa doesn’t feel like eating anything much these days…but he will drink a glass of milk.

So maybe Elton John knew what he was talking about when he wrote “The Circle of Life”…but why do so few people my age have the tenderness, patience, awe and wonder around their bubbes as they do for their grand-babies? Don’t they know they are next in line to be the old ones no one likes to be around? Too many times I see bubbes being bossed around by know-it-all-loud-mouth-laundromat-type-moms – screaming their heads off and embarrassing everyone around them. Well enough of that…

Oh and one last thing – when your grandma was a little girl and I was her new babysister there were guys that would come around in trucks every morning and deliver glass bottles of milk to our house. They were called milkmen and our’s was named Grady. What a coinkydink! I really liked him and I think I’ll really like you too. So welcome little Grady baby – we’ve been waiting a long time to meet you and we’re glad you’re here!