Stories About My Family & Friends
I don’t drink, smoke, or do drugs. I have to say my worst vice is I have a potty mouth so when my granddaughter learned a new word; the “S” word, I figured everyone would look at me.
When I told my daughter about her new word she laughed and said, “I thought that’s what she was saying, but wasn’t sure. I don’t know where she got it from, though.”
“She didn’t get it from over here,” I told her. “You know me, go big or go home so if she’s not dropping the ‘F-Bomb’ it didn’t come from here.”
My granddaughter has got her mommy and daddy wrapped! Not me, though, or Grandpa. We’re not falling for that sweetness routine.
My daughter recently called me and was trying hard to talk to me, but you could hear the baby in the background. All the while, Amber was interrupted and kept addressing my granddaughter, who I affectionately call, Angel Pie.
My poor daughter was saying, “No...Stop that…Give that back...You can’t have that...Come back here!”
“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked into the phone as I was enjoying every bit of the mother’s curse.
With exasperation, Amber snaps, “Angel Pie is not behaving!”
I can relate. She is her mother’s daughter. Amber thinks she’s not listening now; just wait until she hits those teenage years and the eye roll is permanently installed.
When I was younger, my brother Karl attended a private high school in Holly, Michigan, Adelphian Academy. It was a church based school for Seventh Day Adventist, the religion in which we grew up.
I remember going to his dorm room several times. The movie Revenge of the Nerds has a scene where Lewis and Gilbert are standing in their (empty) dorm room looking around and surveying it with excitement. That scene always reminded me of my brother Karl and the moment he stood surveying his newly acquired dorm room at the academy. Yup, he was a nerd, too.
I was probably about eight or nine then when he started there. That same year I had written a five-verse poem that I can only remember one verse of. The poem was about Autumn. The single verse that I can remember is “Down, down yellow and brown. The leaves are falling all over town.”
When he came home for the holidays, I had excitedly shown him what I had written. Karl did not seem too interested. However, the poem did disappear. Upon our next visit to Adelphian Academy and to Karl’s dorm room, I found it among some of his papers.
“You took my poem?” I asked. I was a little hurt that he took it especially since he didn’t even seem to like it.
“I have a friend who writes songs,” he explained. “I thought he might like to use it. Is that okay?”
What could I say? I had to save my big brother from the fires of hell! I couldn’t let him burn for all eternity for taking my poem so I told him he could have it and his friend could use it.
Whew! That was close! You’re welcome, Karl. A sister’s love never fails.
When I lived in Toledo, I went to Scott High School. At the time, it was reputed to be one of the worst schools in the city. There was a student body of about 1,500 students with a ratio of one white person (or other descent) to every 100 black students. That’s 97.3% Black Americans attending class. Being Caucasian, I was one of the 2.7%.
I loved the school and the teachers that taught there. Some of my best school memories come from my years as a student in that school. That’s not true for all though.
We had a substitute teacher for English. It was my freshman year and our regular teacher had moved to another state so until they found his replacement, Mrs. Levine substituted. I noticed that on her first day she was so jittery she stammered a lot while teaching.
On the second day, another one of the students pointed the stammering out and she openly admitted to be scared to death.
“I’m afraid to work here,” she confessed. “It scares me just to park in the parking lot.”
“What are you afraid of?” one of the students asked.
“I’m afraid of being attacked,” she answered, surprised that the reason wasn’t obvious.
I silently shook my head. At the end of class, I dawdled until I was one of the last leaving the classroom.
“Mrs. Levine,” I called out to her quietly. “You should have never told us you were afraid. If you’re afraid and some students know it, they will eat you up.”
She nodded her head and said, “Yes, I realized that after I said it. I don’t know what to do now.”
“Don’t be afraid,” I answered. “Just because their skin is darker than ours does not always mean they are worse than white kids. We’re all the same inside.”
I’m guessing I didn’t help ease her mind any. She taught one more day and then we had a new replacement: a substitute for the substitute.
Some of my favorite “Holly” moments:
My favorite past time has become watching my granddaughter almost every second I’m with her. I don’t want to miss a thing. She’s worth the watch, too because, she’s so full of character and loaded with so much personality that she completely cracks me up. I adore this child that was sent from heaven.
The Michelangelo Touch – Like most babies, Holly is curious about everything. It’s such a wonderful world and so many colorful and bright things to see! I love watching her touch stuff. Unlike most babies, Holly doesn’t just grab things. She’s cautious. Instead, she holds one single finger out (the index finger) and slowly reaches for the object, or person, or whatever it is she wants to touch and feel.
Let’s Dance! – Holly loves to dance. On her first birthday when her mom put her in a new tutu skirt, the first thing she did was dance. She was so excited she had a new outfit (like-mother-like-daughter). Whenever she hears music, she starts bobbing her head up and down and wiggling her legs, feet, and butt.
The Daredevil – Oh this child is so full of it! She loves to be spun around, thrown in the air and anything fast moving. She loves it all! She’s so trusting too and I’ve yet to decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. For example, when she was about 9 months, she wanted off the couch and tried to slide down headfirst. It was as if she knew someone would catch her so she made her move: very daring...or very trusting.
Seriousness – On a more serious note, she can be too serious. Holly examines things very intently at times, especially people. I hope this turns out to be a positive thing for her. Some children can get a good feel about people and can tell if they were a decent person or not. I was able to do that in my youth and both of my children were also a good judge of character. Maybe Holly has picked it up as well.
Kisses – Lord love a duck! This child is so stingy with her kisses. It’s rare, but I have been privy to a few of them. She prefers hugs and she’s so stinking cute when she hugs her Mommy and Daddy. She pats them with her tiny little hand. Even with them, she’s stingy with her kisses. Hopefully, that will change as she gets older.
I have thoroughly enjoyed this child. My husband and I both agree this has been the best year we’ve had in such a long time. Holly was so worth the wait and I’m sure we will continue to enjoy every second of her.