The past month has been filled with family occasions
where I could spend lots of time with my grandchildren.
Ten-year-old Becca and her friend Adam were in
Grantsville for a week. They spent several days working for their Uncle
Jim, cleaning out his barn.
Last Wednesday was a day of adventure, starting in
Calhoun County with two grandchildren and ending in Charleston with
seven young people. We delivered the Chronicles to the West Fork stores.
The older grandchildren always liked this job. The Farmer’s Market was
the first stop. I was buying Loretta Sanger’s cheese, but because of the
warm welcome and activity, I forgot to bring it home.
We ended with stops at Chloe Auto and Stinson Grocery.
John Rose and Ron Hanshaw at Chloe Auto gave out lots of smiles and
hugs, and a lollypop and drink. Becca and Adam were fascinated by the
Verla and Yvonne at Stinson Grocery also greeted them as
long lost friends. Even though they were checking in a delivery, they
still had time to show an interest in the children, and add to their
sugar intake with a candy bar. Becca and Adam are now cooperative
newspaper helpers, because “These people are so nice to us. They act
like they have known us for many years.”
We were then on our way to Charleston. We picked up
Katie and Susanna (Bob’s children). Then we remembered that Rachel
(Bill’s daughter) was visiting two cousins in Charleston. We picked up
these three after wandering around the hills of South Charleston. We
stopped at Wendy’s for lunch, but it was closed because of a power
outage. They recommended a nearby Subway.
Our next stop was the new museum at the Cultural Center.
This was frustrating, because of the parking situation. We were told to
park at any meter, but the unoccupied meters had locked covers, with
“reserved” on them. At 2 p.m., we were in a parking lot with many
spaces, but all were reserved. I finally let the grandchildren out to
take the museum tour, under Rachel and Katie’s supervision, while I went
back to Wendy’s to park.
When I returned to the museum, the receptionist said,
“Oh, you are with that nice bunch of children. They are about half
through the tour.” They even had their picture taken with the parking
lot attendant because he made the same comment about their conduct.
It could have been a no-good, terrible, rotten day.
Their ages ranged from 10 to 21 years, but they were considerate,
friendly to others and patient with a grandmother who was irritated with
all the delays in Charleston. They were even cooperative about the many
pictures that were taken. They reminded me, “We are not taking pictures,
we are making memories.”
Take time this summer to make memories, they can last a