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My Grandma's house was always a nice
place to
visit.
Apples before bed and that tiny glow in
the
dark doll......
The dining room table seemed so huge
and when I could read, just a little scary.
The text over
the table read......
"Christ is the Head of this
House,
the Unseen Guest at every meal,
the Silent Listener to every conversation."
and I spent many meals trying to figure out exactly
where the heck He was hiding!
The huge
dining room clock and Christ
watched silently to the family's to-ing
and fro-ing around that table.
My
Grandma would pour tea from the 'flower pot'
(the china tea pot with flowers on it!)
and added sugar
to the cups from the bowl that
had the magic lid. It opened when you moved
the handle to one side.
Blackcurrant jam made in little jars especially
for you.
She would write your name on the label and
that made it all yours.
Sunlight soap in the concrete laundry tub
where
you stood on tip toes to wash your
hands after reaching up to pull that long chain
that made the high copper toilet
cistern flush.
Strange things the mind of a child remembers!
Special Grandma house memories....
the
doll, the clock, the text, the teapot and the
sugar bowl are all still with me.
The copper toilet cistern is
long gone,
just a memory now!
And Grandad......
my Grandad who was so special because he
drove a big red
bus.
The buttons
on his uniform were shiny and to me he
was as famous and as important as those men
that went to the moon.
My
Grandad could do anything and he proved it
with those big shiny clippers that he would use on
my uncle's hair.
Short
back and sides at the dining table,
with Christ watching silently over the goings on
and the falling hair.
When
you were really good he would let you look at
the coins that he and my uncle collected.
Shiny and all labelled with
little spidery writing,
kept safe in little plastic pockets.....
they were worth zillions of money.
My Grandad
was rich and clever and famous enough
to drive a bus, and I often thought he must really
have known where Christ
was hiding at dinner time
because it never seemed to worry him that
there was a spy about.
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