Melancholy
November 29th, 2009
I have been very blessed to have been able to call 3 women, “Grandma”. They all were very wonderful, strong women who took their roll of “grandma” very seriously. And for some reason, they have been on my mind a lot lately.
Did you ever get hit with one of those melancholy moments? I am not sure why I was hit with one today. Maybe it is because I have been establishing some habits in my own life that remind me of my grandmothers. Did you ever have a memory hit you and made you miss something that you had not thought about in years and years?
One of the things that I miss is the sound of a ringing phone. I mean the real ring of a telephone. My paternal grandmother had a phone that had a very distinct ring. Oh, I remember how it was always a welcome interruption in our day. Her phone had a very distinct sound. And on those warm summer days that were spent eating green apples, playing beauty salon or fishing in the creek (crick), the ring of the phone was always a much anticipated distraction. It meant we were a few moments away from hearing a little bit of gossip between my grandma and the person calling, or possibly some words spoken in my grandma’s native language or even a chance to hear her say her favorite saying “wait awhile”.
I miss hearing the ring of that black, heavy, corded phone. I miss the women I was fortunate enough to call “Grandma”.
Deb
