Grandma Winnie was my dad's mom. Grandma used to tell me about the time she visited a Swedish Evangelical Covenant Church in WI when she was 11 years old. She didn't understand Swedish so she and her friend giggled in the front pews. Midway through his sermon the pastor stopped, looked at them and scolded them in Swedish. The 2 girls found out later that the pastor was telling them, "You may laugh now, but the time is coming when you will no longer laugh."
She loved us kids (all 7 of us) so much! We all took turns going to her house and visiting; it's something we loved more than anything. My dad would drive one of us to her house to spend the day with her as she took us to a toy store to buy a toy with $1.00. During the day, Grandma would shower us with love and individual attention. The days with Grandma were the happiest days of my childhood... until I got older. By the time I got into middle school I no longer looked forward to my days with grandma. My brothers and sisters and I all felt grandma was a sweetheart, but old and quaint and ... rather religious.
On one occasion after one of my brothers said something that was not good I said, 'Watch out, Grandma's praying for you." We laughed.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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