Blogger Party

When I was a kid, there was nothing I loved more than going to visit my grandparents. Usually, the three of us kids would hide in the back seat of the car while my parents went to the door & alerted the grandparents of our arrival. Then my mother would proceed to inform them that the kids had all stayed at home. Of course Grandmother would act disappointed and that was our cue to pop up and wildly greet them.

Grandpa was a judge and owned a newspaper. They lived on the edge of town on an acreage that was loaded with a variety of fruit trees. He loved to garden so everything was fresh and delicious. Grandmother cooked big meals with an assortment of meats and fresh veggies, homemade cobblers, and always freshly brewed ice tea. She set the dining room table and the family gathered for the feast and a lot of good conversation. Most often the conversation was about politics and current affairs.

We always had a covey of aunts,uncles and cousins and minimal parental supervision as they were all talking and "catching up" from the last visit. In those days there were no cell phones, no internet, and long distance was something you did once in awhile.

When it was time to leave and go home, my grandparents and uncle would stand at the end of the driveway and wave to us
until the car disappeared out of site. My grandmother was usually smiling while my grandfather wore a sad & lonesome face.

It wasn't until all my children were out of the house and back on occasional visits that I realized why my grandmother had such a large grin on her face. We were leaving. The extra work load was over until the next visit and she knew there would be another visit which was probably all too soon.