I read a good bit online. Blogs, news, sports, recipes, so I thought why not add my look at life and humor to the plethora of information out there. The other blogs I read are all so interesting to me. They either inspire me to be a better person, or they let me know that I am not the only one out there who has thought that or struggled with something. If nothing else, I get a good laugh of them. I hope that I will be able to do any of that for someone as well.
One of my favorite stories about her was from when my mom was in high school at Boonshill and played basketball. Apparently Grandmother was pretty vocal, as many of you could just imagine if you have ever sat near me or my mother at a ballgame. Well as the game was going on, the lights went out in the gym and it was completely dark. In the stunned silence that ensued, Grandmother said loudly "Ernest Jobe! Get your hand off my leg!" Mr. Jobe was a quiet little man who also live in the Boonshill community. Of course everyone laughed. When the lights came back on, Mr. Jobe wasn't sitting near Grandmother at all. Steeped in embarassment he slid off the bleachers and eased out of the gym. Poor fella! I can totally feel for him, but it just tickles me at how quick she was. There was never a dull moment around her.
I'll get better at this blogging thing as I go along. Adding pictures, links, etc. but this is what was on my mind today. Lying in bed last night, trying to go to sleep, I started a blog post in my head. I am sure it was really good, but like many of my dreams the light of day erased all memory of it. I only hope this one measured up.
Now on to the thought for today.
Today would be my grandmother's (my mother's mother) 98th birthday. She passed away in 2008 after falling and fracturing her hip. She had dementia and lived in a local care facility designed for those patients. But, up until her fall she was physically healthy. Probably healthier than most of us. She was an absolute hoot when she still had her mind, and even after it began to fail her, her sense of humor was still pretty strong. Randy and I got married about a year and a half before she died. He never really knew the real her. They would have gotten along famously! I could just imagine the laughter that would have come from sitting around with those two!One of my favorite stories about her was from when my mom was in high school at Boonshill and played basketball. Apparently Grandmother was pretty vocal, as many of you could just imagine if you have ever sat near me or my mother at a ballgame. Well as the game was going on, the lights went out in the gym and it was completely dark. In the stunned silence that ensued, Grandmother said loudly "Ernest Jobe! Get your hand off my leg!" Mr. Jobe was a quiet little man who also live in the Boonshill community. Of course everyone laughed. When the lights came back on, Mr. Jobe wasn't sitting near Grandmother at all. Steeped in embarassment he slid off the bleachers and eased out of the gym. Poor fella! I can totally feel for him, but it just tickles me at how quick she was. There was never a dull moment around her.
I'll get better at this blogging thing as I go along. Adding pictures, links, etc. but this is what was on my mind today. Lying in bed last night, trying to go to sleep, I started a blog post in my head. I am sure it was really good, but like many of my dreams the light of day erased all memory of it. I only hope this one measured up.
First off, let me say that I know the pronunciation is "howsyourmamanem".
ReplyDeleteSecond , let me say how tickled I am to find your blog. I tried a quilting blog once because that's what I was reading, but I didn't have enough pictures to show and wasn't doing enough quilting anyway and I kept wanting to talk about other things....trying to grow spiritually. I have been working on improving my prayer life as well, so I'm expecting to find some inspiration and encouragement here.
I know you'll have tons of cool things to share!