I have had visits from
grandchildren during the last two weeks. Emily and Rachel
were here for the week following Memorial Day. They cleaned
out horse stalls and helped with gardening to earn money for
the Wood Festival. Rebecca (North Carolina), Rachel (Ohio)
and Sally came for Bible School this past week. Will (Ohio)
is doing farm work three days a week for a few months.
Rebecca, who just finished kindergarten, found a blank
note-book and asked if she could have it. She started
writing a story of her visit. I was surprised that such a
young person could put her thoughts on paper. Her story
“I’m at Gram’s house without my mom or my dad, even
without Michelle or Emily! For a week!
Uncle Jim took Sally, Grandma and I to the
Wood Festival on Saturday night. Sally ate ice cream with
Sally, Rachel and I went to First Baptist
Church Bible School. We sang about Jesus, made things,
played games, and wore hard hats.
We had sleepovers with Sally at her house
and Grandma’s house. Sally slept upside down with her feet
in my face.
We played with Sally’s new kittens and the
dogs. We fed the horses and Uncle Jim helped us ride. We
played with Linda and Bliss.
At Grandma’s house, we watched a movie named
Pippi Longstocking and then watched Pippi 4 more times
before I went home.
We ate breakfast on the back porch, and had
“somemores” every night.
Aunt Lynn and Grandma took us to Cairo and
North Bend. We had ice cream at the Scoop because Grandpa
loved ice cream.
Uncle Bill took us to lunch at the Coffee
Uncle Jim and Aunt Lynn took me to Beckley
to meet my Dad. We stopped at Stinson Grocery for more ice
Uncle Jim played a trick on Yvonne. He told
her that I was Sally, grown up!
I had fun!”
Her conclusion made my day. To me, this is
because the fathers (and mothers) of my grandchildren have
taught them to respect and enjoy being with people who are
older than them.
Especially on Fathers Day, I thank my
children for loving me!