Grammie and Shrub
Listening to stories was the order of the day today. Between visiting with Grammie
and with my aunts and uncles (some blood relation, some by marriage) I heard a great
amount of stories. But, I was too shy to ask if I could record them all.
So, I'll try to recount some of them here, along with some photos, when appropriate.
First of all, Grammie seems well. She is more mobile and happy than she was almost 2 years ago
when I was here the last time. However, she is NOT happy with our President, and in this,
I will begin to tell you why.
My grandmother is a Christian, by the way, but not the stodgy, bible thumping fire and brimstone
Flanders type. She is her own woman (as most in her generation tend to be, if not when they were
young, then definitely when left old and alone). The nation, however, being sent on a "Holy War"
is not a good idea. Trying to remember her exact phrasing, but suffice it to say, Shrub was not
her choice. I believe the word idiot was used, and my grandmother is known for careful phrasing.
She never implied he was ignorant.
"GOD did not intend to bring this nation to war against the perceived enemies of ONE man."
She also did not share his opinions on education, having been a teacher for a great many years.
"You simply cannot teach all children the same way."
Go get em, Grammie Frances.
I sat with her for at least a full 2 hours and listened (painfully at times, since she tended
to get lost and ramble) to a LONG stream of thought.
I do love her a great deal. But even in my loving care, I cannot say that she is not slowly
getting old.