I hear being a Grandpa is the best, it is like a redo on parenting.
Many years ago my grandparents lived in Wausau, WI. My Gramps had a Ford LTD, blue and as long as a school bus. I can still remember sitting on those blue plasticy seat, not sure what they were really made of. They were cold in the winter and boiling in the summer.
Today I had a group of teachers meeting at our off site facility which is a short drive from every building. As I drove back I had this flashback to childhood. My brother and I used to always ask Gramps to find the biggest hills and drive us up and down until we got tired.
I’m sure the hills were not very steep but I remember them as mountainous, I was sure we would flip over at any second. I was scared every time but kept asking for more.
Many years later, after the Corps, we took a trip to visit family in Ireland. Gramps grew up there. While I am pretty sure, hopefully, that I am many years away from obtaining the title of Gramps, I hope I can be just like him.
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Love this brief reminiscence. You took me back to my father’s Ford Galaxy…
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Thanks for sharing your Grandpa with us. He sounds like a cool guy! I do NOT love steep hills. LOL
Remember when you used to “lose your stomach” going over them wicked fast?
Awww…. this is another great post. My Boppy is from Ireland, too. Never been but hope to go someday. Thank for a great post – you paint an authentic picture of family bonds.