I don’t remember ever thinking of my grandparents as anything but old. My mom and dad were pretty old, my grandparents were really old, and my great grandparents were ancient. I wonder if my grandkids see me the same way? I’m pretty active and I take the girls camping. We go fishing. We go shopping. But, if I wear something that doesn’t suit The Fashionista, she has been known to walk way ahead of me and pretend I’m visiting from out of town…which, of course, I am.

My maternal grandparents were who I wanted to model a marriage after. My mom said she never saw them argue. The closest thing I ever heard from her was long after Pop-Pop died. I asked her if he had helped around the house and she snorted and said, “Mart didn’t even know how to fry an egg!” They worked hard. There were many mouths to feed and it was during the Depression. If it weren’t for their old dairy cow, they would have starved.

One of my favorite memories was evenings when Pop-Pop would stretch out on the couch to watch the news. Grandma would pull a straight back chair over beside him so she could hold his hand. I always wanted that. I finally had it with Mr. Virgo but it was gone all too soon. I found this picture while scanning the family archives. Pop-Pop died in 1971. Grandma in ’99. I still miss them. I’m older than they were in this picture. Where on earth did the time go?

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“I was young and now I am old…”

Psalm 37:25 NIV