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My Grandma and Me

8/19/2019

 
BY DIANA PISHNER WALKER
Published by GrandMagazine/GRANDMedia on August 19, 2019

“Tell me about the good old days, Grandma,” said young Ace to his “not so old grandma”.

“Good old days? Is that what they still call them? They weren’t all good my sweet grandson” said grandma.

“Well tell me about when you were little? You know, young like me?” Ace continued to inquire.

“Ok what would you like to know about?” answered grandma

“Did you have cars? What was your school like? OH WAIT! Grandma did you have schools?” asked Ace

“Oh my goodness yes I went to school and yes there were cars I went to a Catholic school,” Grandma replied.

“Seriously did you just sit around talking about God all day?” asked Ace with such a puzzled little face. No sweet boy, but HE was definitely in our minds all day. My school didn’t have as many students in a class as yours and sometimes two classes were together”

“You mean like second and third grades in the same room? I don’t think I’d like that!” Daddy said when he went to Catholic School he had to wear the same thing as everyone else! Gross!” shouted Ace.

“It wasn’t so bad at my school we were like one big family. We all took care of each other. It was the same way in my high school” Grandma explained. “Your dad did wear a uniform. I did too. That wasn’t so bad either. Everyone still looked different, do you understand?” asked Grandma.

“Grandma, tell me about your house. Was it like mine? Did you have a bike?” Ace continued to ask.

“Well, let’s see. It was a smaller house than yours and I lived next door to my grandma and grandpa.” Ace interrupting said, “Now that I would love, especially when you cook pasta. Yumo!”

“You like my pasta huh?” asked grandma proudly. “I had a bike. It had a basket on it and a bell”

“I suppose it was pink too huh Grandma?” said Ace just shaking his head and rolling those big blue eyes.

“It was” grandma laughed. “How did you know?”

“I gotta go, grandma, mom is here to pick me up. Will you tell me more again?” Ace asked.

“Yes, of course, don’t forget your book bag and put your toboggan on it’s snowing, again!” Grandma warned.

Little Ace took off to his mama’s arms. She always picks him up when she gets off work. There was that little bit of time where he needed a babysitter after school until mom or dad got off work.
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(Ace had two older brothers that were both in high school and always busy after school let out, so for about an hour or so a day it was grandma and Ace time...
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