Thursday, March 10, 2016

A Walk Down Memory Lane

    I sat at our dining room table waiting for my grandma to show up. Light was streaming through the windows making it hard to see at certain times. You could also see the dust on the table when the sun hit certain spots. She may have forgotten, I thought to myself. I mean, I had just told her about it a couple of days ago when she came to take my sister to dance. I chose my grandma because I feel very close to her in a way that I don’t really feel with any of my other relatives. And I don’t think it was because she was interested in the same stuff that I was interested in, or because she usually bought me whatever I wanted. I couldn’t figure out the feeling I got from her. Before I could come to any sort of conclusions, the doorbell rang.
    My grandma walked through the door. “Hello,” she said, really pronouncing the o at the end of “hello.” “Hi,” I said back. She walked over to the table in long strides. Mum, aka my grandma, had on jeans with a buttoned down shirt She stood up straight and tall. She said “hi” to everyone else before sitting down. The chair creaked. I shifted. I studied my grandma. I could see the circles under her eyes and the perfect wrinkles on her face. Her dyed hair had a couple little grey streaks in it, but other than that, it was a tinted reddish. She always wore sunglasses in the house even though it was never very bright. “Ok, let’s get started!”
    “Can you describe your relationship with your friends and family?” I asked. She started telling me all about her twin brothers who Mum thought were the most annoying people in the world. I could hear the excitement in her voice. I think that Mum had never had anyone interview her so all of her past was crammed inside of her. She talked about how nosy and annoying she thought her parents were, too, and how they were always getting into her business. “Ann was mainly my best friend, but I had others too.” Mum also talked about how she took dance and I could hear the frustration in her voice when she said that girls were not allowed to play sports when she was young. “Wow, that must have been tough,” I said.
    As we got deeper into the interview, I got more into it. “Was there a certain subject in school that challenged you the most?” Mum talked about how she liked school and how she mostly liked it because of her friends. “Yes, but was there a certain subject that was hard?” I pressed. (Sometimes she got off topic). “Math challenged me the most because it was super hard. Especially pre-algebra .” Her hands folded and unfolded on the table. She went back to talking about how she loved walking to school and I just listened. I thought it was kind of funny when Mum got off topic.
     As I asked the next question and she answered, I thought about what it would be like to live when she did. My grandma talked about how she lived in a small town with only about 5,000 people. Apparently being a small town girl was fun for her and she loved knowing her way around because Mum felt very responsible and grown up. One thing she said about living in a small town was there wasn’t much to do and she ended up wanting to live in a bigger city as she started growing up. Mum adjusted her glasses. “Were you well taken care of as a kid? “Absolutely!” She said ecstatically. “My mom made all of my clothes. She was also obsessed with health food, which kind of bugged me because all of my friends would get junk food and I wouldn’t.” She then went on to talk about one day when she was younger and she was climbing a mountain with her friend and saw a rattlesnake. I just listened.
    While interviewing my grandma, I learned a lot of new things about her. Before I thought that she was pretty awesome, but now I know that she is much more than just that. Something that really surprised me was the fact that she was so strong and level headed. It was interesting that girls were not allowed to play sports and the fact that she seemed bothered by that was also interesting. I now have a new a respect for my grandma and want to be more like her. “So that’s it!” I concluded. “It was a different time,” was the last thing Mum said.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Sadie.
    Grandparents are true treasures. Your grandma sounds like a very special person and it is lovely that you appreciate her and all of her "mannerisms." Keep asking and giving her moments of your time to share her life stories with you.
    I know you will carry those stories in your heart, always.
    Thank you for sharing.
    Mrs. Schwoerer
    LAMS Library