Fall is the best season by far. Even though I always say that about what ever season is currently taking place at the moment. But I love the leaves and clothes and food. Especially the food. Although I absolutely hate the smell of turkey while it's cooking, (because it's like something is dying..) I can't get enough of it at Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving could possibly be one of my top 3 holidays too. What's better than no school, family, food, and stories about last years festivities and how Uncle Joe passed out on the couch from the tryptophan?
My family is so great too. I come from a huge family. One of those families that you're not even sure how you're related, just that you should nod and be polite to one another. My great-grandmother, who we simply refer to as Grandmother, just turned 95 this month. I'm pretty sure this is the 5th year in a row but we'll let it slide.
She's such an amazing woman. She always tells us great-grandchildren of her life as a child. Most incredible thing I've ever heard. Do you think you would be able to deal driving with your family from Oklahoma to Texas without your cell phone or Ipod? What about no air conditioning? No radio? No gas station stops for slushies and beef jerky? What about no car? Just a red covered wagon. She once told the cutest story of her and her sister making chocolate...
GRANDMOTHER: chocolate was very valuable treat when I was child. It also wasn't so easy to come by. We couldn't simply just go to the store and buy a chocolate bar, we had to make it ourselves. Oh and don't think my parents let us do this whenever we wanted.
QUINCY: so how would you ever get chocolate Grandmother?
GRANDMOTHER: well one time I was left in charge of my sister and brothers while my parents went away for the day. My sister and I decided to be a bit rebellious and so we thought that we would give ourselves a little treat. We gathered all the items necessary to make the chocolate and quickly went to work so as to be done before our parents returned. Sure enough we downed our little snacks just in time to clean up before anyone could know.
QUINCY: was it worth it? did your parents ever find out?
GRANDMOTHER: oh sweetie, your mother will always know what you've done that day whether you believe it not...
fair enough Grandmother, fair enough.
I hope one day I can sit around and tell stories to my great-grandchildren about all my wonderful experiences. I would talk about how the neighborhood kids would get together and play capture the flag until it became too dark to even see each other anymore. And then how we would run back home and eat cookies and fall asleep to nickelodeon blasting through the TV room set. I would tell them about going to my aunt's house for the Fourth of July and tossing eggs back and forth until everyone but the winner's egg had broken. Or putting the Christmas tree up on December 1st and how everyone would talk about each ornament and how they remember making them in elementary school....oh wait that's just me :). I would be sure to mention how the United States came together during an especially hard time of death and confusion on September 11th and how we were able to rise above it. I would say how silly I was for wearing a hot pink jumper to my first day of middle school or for wanting to dye my hair purple..
Children are oh so special and I honestly can't wait to be able to have that joy in my life. Now now don't get too worked up. I certainly will wait until I am happily married. and graduated college. They are so innocent and pure and I think what makes me to emotionally attached to them is their ability to accept anyone. No matter how strange they dress or the odd things they say. As long as they come up with fun games to play during recess and are maybe the second fastest kid in the grade, because they are first of course, it doesn't matter. Life is too short to judge or exclude others. Be a friend to all. You won't regret it later when you are able to tell your great-grandchildren all the amazing people you met in your life.
all HIS love and mine
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