Grandpa's Magic Memories

GRANDPA'S MAGIC MEMORIES

Grandpa’s come in various ages, and dispositions,

And Grand Children do the same it seems?

Many times they grow up together,

But Grandpa’s have the most fun it seems.

You can tell a Grandpa is really happy with a Grand Child on his lap.

It is a little harder to tell, when you check his room and he is having a nap?

Many Magic Smiles fill a Grandpa’s happy face,

Because a Grandson just won a Grandpa “hot foot” race.

I know a Grandpa whose Granddaughter came to whisper in his ear,

“Grandpa I really love you, and I am so glad you are here!”

He grabbed his “pocket hankie” and rubbed his nose and eyes,

And said “I must have an allergy”, or at least I do surmise.

Every life has Magic Moments, so grab them and hold on fast,

If you wait too long and don’t act fast, the memory will just fly past.

I have found many moments, that pop up in the night.

Sometimes that happened years ago, but still gives you a fright.

You explain the teacups at Disneyland you would not care to ride.

You explain that the Breakfast you had, You want to stay inside!

All at once your beautiful Granddaughter is standing by a young man,

There by the Altar they have taken Vows, too love each other as best they can.

And even before you know it, amid the strife and trials of life,

The Grand Daughters and sons, have walked the aisle as Man & Wife.

And the circle now starts anew for Grandpa and his GREAT’S,

And it will not be long till Grandpa, has a whole house full of Mates.

16 Jan 2018 WRB

LITTLE THINGS MEAN A LOT

"LITTLE THINGS
   MEAN A LOT"
(Song WRITTEN BY EDITH LlINDEMAN-1953)

I am sure this song has different memories for different people.
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   My Sister and I do a lot of things together since both of spouses have passed away. She came by my house yesterday an announced her arrival by honking her horn, as usual.
   I grabbed my jacket and hat and went out and jumped crawled into her car. After a few minutes of discussion we decided we were just going on a little ride to get out of the house. We could not decide where to go , so I told her, since she was driving she would have to choose our destination.
   We left my driveway and headed North  and when I asked her where we were going she said,"I don't know, I will tell you when we get there." 
   It was a beautiful Winter day. No Snow, blue sky, a few puffy white clouds and my "Android" informed me it was 54 degrees where we were located. It was a perfect day for a little ride.
   We drove around and looked at a lot of new building that was going on in the business part of the city. Then we drove up and looked at some of the million $ homes where "the other half lives."
   From there we thought it only fair to drive down to the Rio Grand area, where there are a lot of people living and struggling, for many different reasons, just to get by from day to day. 
   From there my Sis says,  Well what now?" I did not know if it was warm enough or not, but I said O.K., lets go get a Milk Shake, and we were off to find an ice cream store, that we were both sure we knew  the location of. Well we did not find it, so we were off to find a different one-- no luck there either. Finally I told her I know for sure where there is one and I KNOW it is open. After all the Iceberg is almost ALWAYS open. We went to the Iceberg (in the winter??) and ordered two of their smallest shakes (which were HUGE.) We pulled the car a little ways from the store and parked close to the bus stop to enjoy our shakes.  
   There was a lady and a little girl about 6 age or so, with 3 or 4 big bags, sanding by the Bus Stop, presumably waiting for the bus.
   My Sister and I laughed, talked about the old days, world conditions, POLITICS, old friends and a lot of other things while we worked on consuming our large shakes.
   We noticed the sun was waning to the west and was starting to disappear and it was also turning cooler. We had been watching the lady and the little girl, and they had been watching their watch.
   My sister looked at me and said, "Do you think we should ask them if the want a ride home." They were both shivering and yes I did think we should ask them.
   She pulled the car up about six or eight feet and rolled the window down and asked her if we could give her a ride home?
   Well the ladies frowning worrying face immediately turned from worry, to a full faced smile, as she sad, "Oh yes, my, Yes that would be absolutely wonderful, thank you, oh thank so much. The little girl was jumping up and down saying, oh can we, can we, of thank you, and I noticed she also had changed her frowning face to a very big Happy Face.
   When they had got their bags, boxes and themselves into the car, we found out they had only lived in Utah a short time. They had come from Florida, when he got a job here. They had only lived here a short time, but he liked the people he worked with and it seemed like everyone was really friendly here.
   We also found out they only lived a short distance from my house so we delivered them right to their door.
   Again as the got out of the car they both thanked us profusely. We really had not done much, and only went a short way farther then we had to go, to get to my home.
   As we drove off my Sister commented that she was really happy that we had decided to ask those people if they wanted a ride. She also commented how gracious they were and that we just came along at the right time.Then she commented,"wasn't it great that by doing a little thing you can make so many people happy?"
     So was it a coincidence we could not find an Ice Cream Shop up town that was open?
     So was it a coincidence that we decided to drink our Shakes by the Bus Stop, instead of going to a park to eat like we usually do?
     So why did it make so many people happy. Not only the ones in need, but the givers also.

I guess' Little Things Really Do Mean A Lot', and usually more than we realize. 

The only thing I regret is when I got home I did not give the little girl one of my special $1.00 bills.
   Maybe that can be another Blog?

W.R. Baldwin 15 January 2018