Next in the afternoon was visiting, my grandfather's bothers, my grandmother's nieces or a fun family outing. My grandfather was a man of many interest and we went to museums, national parks, car/boat races, nearby historical attractions, Virginia Civil War battlefields, and we went into town for "Window Shopping".
Of particular interest was the ladies shops with their displays of shoes, dresses and hats. To this day I am not sure if this was my grandmother's Sunday special treat or my grandfather's. As I look back, never did he protest and we did linger as we walked the two block downtown. Being it was Sunday, no stores was open. This was special times, never rushed and even after visits to family and friends we often end up downtown. I loved it.
I only wish now I could ask questions... My grandparent were special and taking me in was likely the most fortunate event of my young life. I only wish I had said "I love you" more often.
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My Grandparents after church in our back yard. |
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Keri Marie
Oh I'm glad I came to your site tonight! This brings me to tears and is so sweet. Will send this to my Mom. If "your Roberta" was anything like "my Roberta" then I know your childhood was the best. I confronted my Grandma once about my suspicion that she loved me more when I was a cute kid with good behavior versus the older not as sweet Me. But on one of her last days she told me "she loves me and she always has," I believe her. I got so much love but now life is so quiet, still, different, cold almost. I look to the sky, the sun and clouds, and know she is looking down on me. Just like the other Berta does to you. We are blessed. Chris Jones
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