My Grandma
My Grandma is very special. She is 80 years old and hasn't gone to the doctor for 50 years. She drinks a little bit of coffee every morning to relieve her morning headache, which works much faster than taking a pill, which she hasn't had to take for 50 years either.
When she was a teenager, Grandma donned her short shorts and strolled down the pier with her friends. She had lots of dating experience. She'd trade her father's gas ration coupons with her beaus for their shoe ration coupons. Even after she had five children, men hit on her and wanted to whisk her away on their not so white horses. (As difficult as it may be to believe, we are related!)
Grandma likes to reminisce about her glory days; life was perfect back then. She thinks about those days often and misses her brother, whose life was cut short during the War. She also misses her father who I imagine to be a charming man (he danced, he entertained, he was an extra in a couple of Westerns, he was a mechanic, and at one time ran a gas station.)
Now my grandma lives in Colorado and is whipping her senior apartment building into shape. She's told off the complex sourpuss, who yelled at her grandson John and who bothers people at Bingo (he has since been banned from Bingo night). She doesn't tolerate gossip about other tenants. And the old, blind man that hangs out by the mailboxes wants to date her.
She is still spry as can be and looks good for her age. Her hair is hardly gray and she doesn't even dye it. This is my grandma.
And I bet she can beat up your grandma!!!
My Grandma is very special. She is 80 years old and hasn't gone to the doctor for 50 years. She drinks a little bit of coffee every morning to relieve her morning headache, which works much faster than taking a pill, which she hasn't had to take for 50 years either.
When she was a teenager, Grandma donned her short shorts and strolled down the pier with her friends. She had lots of dating experience. She'd trade her father's gas ration coupons with her beaus for their shoe ration coupons. Even after she had five children, men hit on her and wanted to whisk her away on their not so white horses. (As difficult as it may be to believe, we are related!)
Grandma likes to reminisce about her glory days; life was perfect back then. She thinks about those days often and misses her brother, whose life was cut short during the War. She also misses her father who I imagine to be a charming man (he danced, he entertained, he was an extra in a couple of Westerns, he was a mechanic, and at one time ran a gas station.)
Now my grandma lives in Colorado and is whipping her senior apartment building into shape. She's told off the complex sourpuss, who yelled at her grandson John and who bothers people at Bingo (he has since been banned from Bingo night). She doesn't tolerate gossip about other tenants. And the old, blind man that hangs out by the mailboxes wants to date her.
She is still spry as can be and looks good for her age. Her hair is hardly gray and she doesn't even dye it. This is my grandma.
And I bet she can beat up your grandma!!!
1 comments:
Brannigan C said...
SHE SOUNDS ENCHANTING