Here is a story I shared with Richard a few days ago, but I didn't send it to everyone then I realized I probably should so here it is. I really want to hear all the stories people have, thanks Diane for the last one. I really didn't know them very well and would like to get to know grandma and grandpa so this is the only way I will. So please send on the stories. Also do you all remember Grandma's beautiful yellow rose bush in the front yard by the fence on the left side as you are looking at the house. It is right at the sidewalk. Well it is still there and blooms every year. I plan on trying to get a cut from it to plant in my yard. I think of it every year and then never do it. This is the year.
I'm sure most of you have a similar fond story of irrigation time. My brothers and sisters loved when gr. and gr. front yard was flooded. It was our time to take a mud bath. The nice thing is our parents let us play to our hearts content. I also have memories of grandma's root cellar. I was so scared to go down there but loved it at the same time. We told each other a lot of scary stories about it.
Keep the stories coming. I want a big memory book.
So now here is the story that I told Richard because his fire story reminded me about it. It would be interesting if David remembers it the same way.
Thanks Richard, I loved the hat story I have never heard it. I'll tell you a funny one that I was reminded about when you told the hat story (fire). It really isn't about Gr. or Gr. but it happened at their home.
There was a party going on and all the aunts had converged on Grandma's. It must have been a baby shower or something. David and I were playing in the back of Grandma's house and we had a helium balloon that obviously we had snagged from the party. David being a typical boy told me it was really cool to put a match under a balloon and watch the balloon melt. I was about 10 or 11 so of course I didn't understand helium at all. So I lit a match and put it next to the balloon. The balloon exploded in my face. It singed off my eyebrows, and eyelashes and all the hair on the front of my face. It scared David really badly so he grabbed me and we dashed into Grandma's house. All my aunts screamed when they saw me. Grandma just took me with mom and wiped off the burned hair. I remember watching it flake off into her kitchen sink.
I think David may have been scolded. i don't remember. I also wasn't too scarred by the incident. I was a tom boy so I was glad to look a little rough.
I hope more people will share stories of our grandparents. I have a good story (almost a disaster) about Uncle Don and a family get-together. I will send it on soon.
Linda L
February 9, 2011
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