When I was a little girl and my family would go on the weekend to see my grandparents who lived a short 10 minute drive away, I wasn’t always looking forward to visiting. I loved them, of course, but I was a typical kid and there wasn’t much to do there. Mostly, I wanted to be home to play with my toys and my friends.
There was one bit of spice there that I did look forward to; however, someone who was always full of stories and fun ~ my great grandmother.
Grandma, who must have been in her 70s at the time, lived with my maternal grandparents. She was the type of person who vibrated with positive energy ~ small and spunky and always dressed in a Lucy Ricardo-type dress with panty hose and sensible shoes.
One of the strongest memories I have is of her boogyin’ with my sister and me down the street ~ almost a mile ~ to the Baskin Robbins where they had 31 flavors of ice cream to choose from, served in little cups with little pink spoons.
Although I enjoyed trying the new flavors of ice cream, my favorite has been mint chocolate chip for as long as I can remember ~ so I didn’t entirely go for the ice cream.
I went for the ice cream, the pink spoons and the walk with my grandma.
Little did I realize then, how precious this memory would be.
So now when I see a Baskin Robbins advertisement, I don’t crave ice cream ~ I long for a brisk walk with my spunky grandma.
What is your strongest memory of your grandmother? What triggers that memory today?