Grandparents are ‘like God’: both very oldI’m excited about this year’s Tejas Art and Book Festival. Not many towns the size of Rockdale can boast of such an event but it comes off better each year.
If you’re not excited about it yet, check out the special section in this week’s Reporter. It will tell you all about the authors and artists that will be here, all the special events that take place at various places downtown, Depot Doings, the huge car show, even foods for your enjoyment sold by groups who use the funds for scholarships and such.
You can’t enjoy it if you don’t come and it’s all FREE—except the food, but you knew that, didn’t you?
My sister Judy Hopper sent me some grandchildren quips now that I’m a great grandmother— Grandson Esten said, “Nano, you’ve always been a great grandmother, but now you’re a really great grandmother.”
Esten is not free with his compliments, so I accept it with much gratitude. A few years ago he also said, “Nano, I can’t believe you’re 90 years old and still alive.” See what I mean!
Anyway, back to the grandchildren. If you are a grandmother or father or know one, you will enjoy them:
• My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was and I told him 62. My grandson was quiet for a moment and then he asked, “Grandma, did you start at 1?”
• A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like. “We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire and it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.” The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she said, “I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!”
• My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, “Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?” I mentally polished my halo and said, “No, how are we alike?” “You’re both old,” he replied.
• A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather’s word processor. She told him she was writing a story. “What’s it about?” he asked. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I can’t read.”
• I didn’t know if my granddaughter had learned all her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me the correct color and it was fun for me, so I continued. Finally, she headed for the door, saying,”Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these colors yourself.”
• When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, “I’m not sure.” “Look in your underwear, Grandpa,” he advised. “Mine says I’m 4-6.”
—pc— See you at the Tejas Art and Book Festival!