“I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” Piglet
9.00 pm and I realise it’s my turn to write a post. My son has just left after dinner. I love my daughter-in-law from heaven but how I love it when there are just the two of us.
We talked about the four grandsons, all growing into fine young men (no bias here, you understand) and some of my special times spent with them, without parents. I could go on about them but I really don’t want to bore you.
But I thought of one day 10 years ago when I had the strangest text conversation with Grandson No 3. I wrote a blog about it and will reproduce it here –
“Monday afternoon. Ping – a text arrived from my No 3 Grandson – “Do you by any chance have a set of poker chips.” Excuse me. This from a 15-year-old to his then 74-year-old Grandmother. I remember I did have something that might or might not be poker chips. So after some consideration and much digging and hunting, I found what I was looking for. Me – “I don’t know if they are poker chips but I have some things that could be” Grandson – “Are there many and could I possibly have them for the weekend”. Me – “Yes darling. I don’t know what they are. There are red ones, blue and green and white. There are 16 of each colour. If they are of any use you may keep them. How shall I get them to you?”. Gr – “Sweet I may ask mum to pop by on the way home” Me -“Good. See you soon” Gr – “Sweet” 2 hours later. Me – “What sort of time will you be here?” Gr – “I don’t know maybe not today” Me – “OK I’ll drop them into Mum’s office tomorrow or bring them when I meet her for coffee later this week.” Gr – “Thanks” 3 days later. Gr – “Is it today you said you would drop off the poker chips?” Me – “Yes. I’ll give them to Mum when I see her this afternoon” Gr – “Thanks” 6 hours later Me – “Mum has the chips” Gr – “Thank you so much.”
I wonder why my 15-year-old grandson would think that his grandmother had poker chips? He didn’t discuss this with his mother, he just decided that I was the best bet (ooh an unintentional pun). He is going away for the weekend with the rowing team and so I imagine that poker will be one way they will amuse themselves during their long waiting time. I wonder where and when he learned to play.”
At that time I said ” I don’t send many text messages. I would much rather pick up the phone and speak to somebody, but we know that all the young of our species are glued to their smartphones sending and receiving many, many texts daily. I was pleased to see that Grandson No 3 was not using ‘text speech’ obviously either realised that I wouldn’t be impressed or else he thought that I wouldn’t understand what he was trying to tell me. Over the past few years texts seem to be the only way that my grandsons communicate with me when we are apart, So I am learning the art of “texting” although I am firmly convinced that text is not a verb, but in today’s changing world, I shall probably be proven wrong in this.”
I just thought I would like to share this with you and see your reactions.
And for no other reason except I love it and over the years the boys have often had to come to Granma’s aid, I share this –
“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” Winnie the Pooh
Reading Chris’ post entitled In my park 11 years ago I started thinking back to a similar day with three of my grandsons. July 2022 and a really Happy Granma’s Day.
Eleven years ago yesterday I had a day with three of my four grandsons and what a great day it was. Then, they ranged in age from 12 to 16 and the difference in ages was not very pronounced. They got on so well together. The 16-year-old was particularly careful to include the youngest one in everything, although he is well able to look after himself. Having picked one up from his mother’s office and the other two from the train station we set off for the garden centre to collect the final two bags of stones for the patio. I was planning to use some of their time with me (and their energy) to get this job finished eventually. It’s never too early to learn there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Well, Granma was so busy talking that she got onto the motorway by mistake and had to drive miles out of her way before arriving at the garden centre. Here we were greeted like long-lost friends. Lotte ( my small Tibetan Spaniel) and I have been regular visitors to the centre since the patio was first thought about. And they recognized Jae (the youngest) from our last visit. So, purchases made the boys loaded the bags into the back of my car and we set off for home. They came in for a drink and biscuits before starting – don’t all workmen? They certainly do here in New Zealand. And for the next half hour, the street rang with their laughter as they spread the stones, filling in the blanks that Jae and I had missed last week. Soon it was finished and everybody had a great time. Isn’t it so true that many hands make light work? And what joy to be surrounded by happy, laughing young folk. Then lunch. Easy to feed growing boys. Plenty of sausages, buns, mayo and tomato sauce and the boys made their own hotdogs. I demurred. Hotdogs are not among my favourite things Now what to do for the afternoon? They couldn’t make up their minds. Of course, they were slightly constrained by the fact that Jae still had his leg in a cast. So I made the decision. Sir Peter Jackson and Weta, the animation and special effects company – Lord of the Rings, The Last Samurai, King Kong, Xena Warrior Princess among others – are based in Wellington and they have the ‘Weta Cave” a museum open to the public. Strangely none of us had been there before and so we took ourselves off. This was very interesting as it had models from all the films Weta and Sir Peter have been involved in and of course, they had many collectables for sale. Then on to the Roxy Cinema another of Weta’s projects. The old cinema had been abandoned years ago. It was derelict and had been so for some years, following a brief period as a shopping centre. The shops were very sad and there was no good reason ever to go there. And then the building was purchased and brought back to its glory days. The Roxy has a rather pleasant cafe on the ground floor. So after touring around the cinema we sat for a breather – tea for Granma (well, I am English after all), coke for one boy, hot chocolate for another and for the third, and eldest and so sophisticated, iced coffee. And there our adventures ended. A trip home where they watched a DVD. My son and his wife joined us for dinner and then later my daughter and her eldest son came in for a short time. Drew had been competing in a water polo tournament in Auckland and Cate had picked him up at the airport and thought she would call in not only to pick up her younger son but also to catch up with her brother, his wife and their boys. It was lovely to have both my children and all their children together. A rare happening and a fitting ending to my lovely Granma’s Day.
“To be a really brilliant grandmother remember what it was about your own that you loved most, then imitate her.” Judith Baxter – 1938 –
Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that people who have the most live the longest.
Well, it’s Sunday March 20th here in New Zealand but it’s still Saturday 19th where most of you live. And Saturday was my birthday.
Eleven years ago, as a very new blogger and a 73-year-old young chick, I reminisced about time gone by. Eleven years – where have they gone? If you are interested to see what I was thinking all those years ago, here’s the link.
I’m not reminiscing today. Usually as we age, apart from special birthdays, we tend to treat the day as any other. But not this year.
On Thursday Grandsons Nos 3 and 4 took me to lunch. On Friday, aftr a lovely relaxing massaage – my birthday gift to me – a friend took me to lunch. That evening Grandson No 1 called in for a drink with Granma and to wish me happy, happy. How lucky am I? Grandson No 2 lives in Auckland so a text message from him yesterday completed the straight flush.
Yesterday was lunch with a friend who celebrates his birthday on the 20th. A long-standing annual arrangement.
Sunday, today. Brunch with my daughter and her second son at my favourite restaurant.
And tomorrow I am being taken out to lunch by three close women friends. We call ourselves MAS – the Mutual Admiration Society. After that I will get the train to spend the night at my son’s house. There will be only the three of us, my son, daughter-in-law-from-heaven, and me. So it will no doubt be a relaxed evening. Then the next morning, after coffee with a friend who lives close to them, I will return and then reminisce on how lucky I am.
“One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.” Virginia Woolf.