Where you could find the biggest dinning room table ever. When you ran your fingers under the table cloth you could feel felt and something that seemed like cup holders or something. It wasn’t until years later you realized it was actually a poker table and you’re left with either 1) it was a great garage sale deal or 2) Grandma’s house was the jump off when it got dark out. I choose to believe #2
Grandma’s. Where you were always promised a trip to the corner store , if you rummaged through about 85 purses in her closet for change it even a food stamp. Always ending up with a Faygo Cream Soda , Boston Baked Beans and Lemonheads.
Grandma’s. Where you could go when you wanted to run away cuz luckily she only lived across the street. All you needed to do was yell out “Grandma come cross me!” and you were on the lamb for 3-5 hours.
Grandma’s. Where there was always an endless supply of those huge yellow legal pads, which were used to draw beautiful pictures of her and Hank (long time boyfriend) sitting on the toilet. Her reply was always “Well”.
Grandma’s. Where you would always have to down to the basement any time it even slightly thundered. She would tell you to sit on the couch and not put your feet on the floor or you would get shocked. Years later you find out she was just trying to get your crazy asses to sit still by scaring the shit out of you. Well played Grandma.
Grandma’s. Where she had one cable channel and it was HBO and it was the first time you seen Emmet Otter’s Jug Band Christmas and also a Donna Summer concert and you could watch them both at least 3 times a day, and you did. To this day you can recite every word to both.
Grandma’s. Where you could drink 7 cups of coffee a day, each with 14 teaspoons of sugar, just because.
Grandma’s. Where the preferred snack was always cornbread in milk and Grapenuts with 18 teaspoons of sugar being a close second.
Grandma’s. Where you didn’t mind that your afghan smelled like mothballs. It just meant that it was kept in the cedar chest, hence it was something special, making you special too.
Grandma’s. Where you could find a shotgun either by her bedroom window or under her bed. You knew never to touch it, or even gave it a thought. You knew it was used to keep anyone from trying to mess with her Cadillac or for that annoying family member who sometimes liked to act a fool and needed to be reminded he could meet Jesus today.
Grandma’s. Where you could always find a sock filled with pennies by the door. It was Detroit and you never walk out without some “insurance”.
Grandma’s. Where her house was like a big ole store, except you didn’t have to pay for a thing All you had to say was something was nice and magically it became yours.
Grandma’s. Where she could predict the gender of your child by the size of your butt.
Grandma’s. Where you share meals that always end in laughs and inappriate conversations at Bob Evan’s.
Grandma’s. Where you now took your babies to and she shooshes you for telling them no….because they can do and have anything they want at GG’s house.
Grandma’s. Where you help do laundry, dishes and vaccuming because she did so much for you and it was the least you could do for her.
Grandma’s Where you pick her up for doctor appointments and hep pick up prescriptions, always ending in a trip to Kroger’s where she could get her favorite ice cream.
Grandma’s. Where you rush to when she has to go to the hospital and you help do things for her that you know she did for you when you could not.
Grandma’s. Where you help set out pills so they don’t get confused.
Grandma’s. Where you pack up a lifetime of memories and cry as people stop by with their memories and stories of this sweet, sweet woman who help shaped the person you are now.
Grandma’s. Where you feel the most love, and pain and it beats every day with the sweetest memories you can ever imagine. You’re in the chocolate factory and you won the ticket. You got to be a part of the most precious person to you and now she lives on, in your heat.