Grandma taught me how to stand on my head, and to dive
She taught me to husk corn, and snap bean and when the house smells that bad the sour kraut is almost done.
Whenever you see a white horse make a wish like this.
She taught me to fish... to bait my hook and when trying to get to the good spot down on the rocks "right here" is a good place to carry your fish eggs.
She taught me to two step and to play gin rummy. To watch her stories in the afternoon and to shoot starlings out the back door. She taught me cus like a sailor and to always kiss on the lips.
She taught me that Grandmothers can date; and in dating its ok to Honky Tonk
with an Aardvark but if you marry, marry Papa Dick.
She always call me names; if I did well I was Hot Shit, if I backed down Chicken Shit and more recently when I bought her a nice gift she called me Rich Bitch.
When we would visit her at the Wildflower Lodge with Lexi it was like she just won the lottery. She would say "come on let's see who we can find" She would get her little walker and with purpose scour those halls for someone to introduce us to..
Then it was always in order; this is my grand daughter, this is my great grand daughter and THIS is my great great grand daughter. And she would beam.
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