*Google “Her Name was Grandpa!” by Lynn Gendusa. I hope she blessed you with a smile this summer day. Once, a lady came by, “Honey, there are no men in the store, are you lost?” I could not understand why she didn’t know my Grandpa, the most wonderful woman in the world. When I found a treasure, I would yell, “Grandpa, come here!” She would head to the candy counter as I searched for the baby dolls. Yet, when I close my eyes and see Grandpa’s face at the wonder of the A & P, I realize how spoiled we probably all are.Īll kids, including Grandpa, loved the local 5 & 10 Stores back then. Today, going to the grocery store is not my favorite pastime. To be able to buy cans of Pork & Beans was a blessing she never took for granted. She was raised by her widowed mother, and even though they had abundant love, they didn’t have much money. Grandpa loved going to the big A & P grocery on a Saturday morning. Tell me why, aint nothin but a heartache Tell me why, aint nothin but a mistake Tell me why, I never wanna hear you say I want it that way I know you got the hint, right The Nine-nine. She laughed and finally gave me a wee bit bigger piece. “Child, I ain’t hard of hearing I heard you the first time of the ten times you told me.” I realized then that we can get on a person’s nerves even if they love you. I looked puzzled as folks began to laugh. I must have been about eight, and after finally reaching her, she cut a piece so thin you could read through it. On one such feast day, I kept reminding her, “Grandpa, I don’t want a big piece.” I continued telling her in case she forgot when it was my turn. Lots of folks gathered and formed a line with paper plates in hand. And when they were ripe, her carless carport hosted the annual watermelon feast. Grandpa’s garden produced the best watermelon one could imagine. She was a bit miffed to learn he was off smoking his pipe. My lip took over my face when she couldn’t locate her husband. As my lip began to swell, I thought she would make me smoke my Granddaddy’s pipe, but she was trying to use the tobacco to make a poultice to suck out that poison. One Sunday at the park, a bee began to pursue me and caught me right in the lip. It was fun watching Grandpa chase all the pests away with her apron. Nothing was like one of those summer Sundays when bugs or kids tried to steal a piece of fried chicken before lunch.
post your pictures or videos.Sundays began at The Baptist Church, followed by an abundant dinner or a picnic at Tennessee’s Cumberland State Park.
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