No picture again yesterday – Excuse #3: Bob Barker’s final taping of “The Price Is Right” had me all lost in time.
When I was a kid, I visited my Grandmother pretty regularly on weekends and summers.
We’d go to the knitting supply store she owned in her little teeny tiny town. While Grandma minded the shop, I would crochet one long chain that would stretch from the counter out the door, and she would tell me it was beautiful.
In later years, we’d go to the library where she volunteered. I would spend the time copying Peanuts cartoon characters, and Grandma would pretend to believe me when I told her they weren’t traced.
Grandma would make me fudge that was so good, I would eat, be sick, and not care.
At night, we’d eat our home-cooked dinner on TV trays and watch “The Price Is Right.”
I haven’t watched that show for years but the sight of Bob’s smiling face and his microphone with the old-fashioned cord brought back all that unconditional love.
This photo of my Grandmother was not taken yesterday, but it’s my blog and I’ll cheat if I want to. It was taken in Denmark at a cousin’s wedding in 2004. I am really hoping that I inherited whatever genes she has that make her look so good at 80-something.
Grandma lives in Nebraska now, and I am too old to be shipped off to relatives by my parents every summer. She has email, but it’s just not the same. Grandma, I miss you.
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