We hosted our first dinner party recently. Our family friends came over to share a meal with us. Even among all our boxes, they did not mind. They brought us several bottles of wine, and we had such a great time. We almost forgot about all the work we still have to get done.
My Grandma and Grandpa lived much different lives, and I am sure they would be surprised by how the times have changed. Both of them came from large families. Grandma was on of those super special people. When we were young we could not wait to see her on our trips to West Virginia. I would stay up and talk to my dad the whole time he was driving to West Virginia. Now, that I think about it…Wow, that must have been super annoying! LOL! My mom, sister, and brother slept in the back of our Pinto wagon, and I sat in the front seat and talked about history. I would do a review of what I have been reading. Anyway, there was lots of anticipation on our eight hour drive.
Once we would get there it was usually late in the evening. My dad would pop the hatchback, and I would run to grandma’s door. She knew we were coming, so she would stay awake until we got there. My sister and I were the lucky ones that got to sleep in the bed with grandma. Poor grandma, we talked to her until the sun came up in the morning. By the time we woke up she was in the kitchen making some biscuits, gravy, bacon, eggs, and whatever anyone wanted. I tell you, to this day, I have not tasted eggs the way she made them. I can’t even make eggs as good as hers.
She was one of the best people I have ever known. I loved her so much! She was one of those people that knew how to hug too. Not those two second hugs, but she held on to you, and let you know she loved you with all her heart. All of us grandkids thought we were the favorite, but really she loved all of us.
When I was even younger my Uncle Jerry was at the house. He loved watching Batman. I would sit right beside him, and watch with him. During commercials he would wrestle with us. If the show was a repeat he would put his elbow over mine, and I would put mine on his, and keep it up as we laughed. Quiet, during the show though. I missed seeing him at the house once he was married and moved out of grandma’s house.
Grandpa worked in the coal mines when he was younger, and even though I lived with grandma and grandpa when I was very young I don’t remember too much of grandpa. I know everyone loved and missed him since he died at a young age. I often wonder what they would think of technology, and if either of them would utilize it. I think grandma would. One of my fondest memories is of grandma turning on her giant console stereo, and asking my sister and I to show her the latest dances. Everyone would crack up laughing, and we did not just do dances but do whole choreographed routines.
I could not imagine even writing this post before now, since this whole month has been so emotional. The school my children attended over the last 9 years was so special. The memories that were made for them, and for the parents are memories that are going to stay with them for the rest of their lives. Every morning before school they had special lines that where each class would stand and say the “Pledge of Allegiance”, pray for any family or friends, and have their names called for birthdays. It was a must to stay while the children were young. Being able to tell them bye one last time before I would see them at the end of the day. As the years went by they would move around the square. It was emotional to see the line of 8th graders gone for a week, but then the 7th grade would be allowed to move over to show they would be the new leaders of the school.
There were school families. As the children grew they grew into new responsibilities. They had times that they had to donate to help the homeless, medical supplies for foreign countries, traffic duty, and so much more. They were taught at an early age to help each other. The children they went to school with were part of their family. I believe third grade was when the “big” third graders went on walks through the neighborhood with the Kindergartners. Every grade would do something special with the other grades. On Thanksgiving and a few other holidays groups from K to 8 gather for little meals. Each of them have something special to do or bring for the celebrations.
Halloween, is too fun! Every grade dresses up, even the teachers and principal dress up for the day. There is a parade, and a haunted house that the 8th grade make up for 4th grade and up to attend.
When your child is a Kindergartener they get to place a ribbon around the neck of the with graders. The seventh graders are narrators for the whole ceremony. A candle is given to one of the eighth graders for them to carry on the light of knowing that Corpus Christi will be there with them. The children of the school will continue to pray for them, and Corpus will always be a place they are welcome. Oh, the tears that I shed when each of my children were the ones that gave the ribbons, and then when my son got a ribbon… I almost ran out of tears. I could not go to the others since I cried so hard at the ones my children actually were participants. I did not want to ruin it for other parents.
So many rituals. These traditions were like footprints in the sand. They made impressions on the children and the parents. The day of ribbon ceremony the 8th graders all hang their robes on the fence. It really leaves an impression. These silk robes mark the real beginning of babies that are growing up so fast. The traditions of the school make the whole experience an everlasting memorial of the time that was spent in this special place. It wasn’t just a school. It was a family that we moved away from earlier this month.
We wanted to have a moment to enjoy, so we went to the zoo. There is a small zoo in Atascadero, California, and we love zoo’s! It was really nice to experience some r&r. Looks like this little guy needed some r&r too.
Wildlife is so abundant in our area. We know there are Mountain Lions. In fact, I have posted a foot print of one. We have seen snakes…gopher snakes, and a king snake eating a rattlesnake. We saw a rattlesnake come very close to us, and never even rattled. The snake tasted the air, and turned around to go back to it’s hole. I have wanted to see a tarantella, alas I have not as of yet. Bunnies hop in and out of our yard all day long. Foxes have ran across the 40 acres, and we have seen a few coyotes. We hear them just about every night, and lately we even hear the pups.
Just a few days ago this is how my dining room looked. Yep, I have not been a happy camper. Moving is so awful! I believe even the tips of my fingers are exhausted. Really! My husband bitched and complained the whole time about all my books, and art. I kept quiet about all the heavy tools, tools, and more tools. It all seemed to never end. Now, we have all the unboxing. UGH! The great thing about all of this…we now are living on the beautiful central coast.