Reminds me of my grandparents. We shucked beans for grandma when she asked us to. Spent a lot of time hanging out in their backyard. Grandpa, a surgeon, had great stories to tell. Mostly funny stories from his job. Like the one about the person who came in with an ear cut off. He carefully stitched the ear back on. When he was done, he touched her chin and she looked up at him. He tilted his head as if puzzled and said, “What a fine job I did with those stitches. But it looks like I put it on upside down.” He winked. Shocked, she jumped up to look in a mirror. He did fine work with a great sense of humor, and he worked back in the day when he would make house calls as needed and took payment in form of vegetables or ears of corn, or whatever the people could afford to pay.
Reading this and a listening to a song, I think it's called Mamaw's House by Morgan Wallen, are the only 2 times I've been able to close my eyes & be back on my Grandmother's lap, shucking corn, snapping peas, shelling others... oh to have those moments as a child, back as an adult. I think I'd hold on to them just a little longer, commit them to memory a little more. To have that moment in the garden back that I had taken for granted so many years ago. Thanks so much for this Tami. Exactly what I needed to hear today.
Reminds me of my grandparents. We shucked beans for grandma when she asked us to. Spent a lot of time hanging out in their backyard. Grandpa, a surgeon, had great stories to tell. Mostly funny stories from his job. Like the one about the person who came in with an ear cut off. He carefully stitched the ear back on. When he was done, he touched her chin and she looked up at him. He tilted his head as if puzzled and said, “What a fine job I did with those stitches. But it looks like I put it on upside down.” He winked. Shocked, she jumped up to look in a mirror. He did fine work with a great sense of humor, and he worked back in the day when he would make house calls as needed and took payment in form of vegetables or ears of corn, or whatever the people could afford to pay.
Aww I love it!
Reading this and a listening to a song, I think it's called Mamaw's House by Morgan Wallen, are the only 2 times I've been able to close my eyes & be back on my Grandmother's lap, shucking corn, snapping peas, shelling others... oh to have those moments as a child, back as an adult. I think I'd hold on to them just a little longer, commit them to memory a little more. To have that moment in the garden back that I had taken for granted so many years ago. Thanks so much for this Tami. Exactly what I needed to hear today.
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