Last weekend, I, with my mom, bought my grandmother a transistor radio. I do not know if you still know how that looks like. Just see above and that's pretty much it.
Anyway, the old woman wanted something as simple as that. Really, right? I mean, ipods, iphones, cd players, or at least an MP3. Hello!? So she’s not the least techie at all.
Mom said that we must buy her the radio 'cause that's the only thing that's keeping her sane in her little estate. And at least "before she dies." That last phrase pricks my heart. But mom meant it in a good kind of way.
Truly, my grandma is just on her way towards there. I'm trying to accept that. But every time I visit her, I'm convinced to believe otherwise because she remains a strong and stubborn woman.
She's at least 85 years old, I guess. But she cooks by herself, fetches water, washes her own clothes, goes to church, manages her little farm.. Maybe that is why amidst the several stroke attempts and her failing eyesight, she survives at this time. She has got an active lifestyle! More active than I am. See me seating on my butt, typing, reading blogs.. Oh, my pretty, little, easy life.
But mind you, when she was younger and had double the vigor, she was a bitchy woman. Well, not to us her dear grandchildren.
Know the story of a wicked mother-in-law to her daughter-in-law? She was THAT mother-in-law. You know, the typical kind.
She did not favor my mom for his eldest son, even though they were married already and had two kids. She managed to keep my father away from his family. (Yes, my dad belonged to a
category.) As if that were not enough, grandma took us, the children, away from my mom.
That kind of typical.
Oh, she was a bitch.
But I loved her. And I still do.
Mom never once instilled hatred in our hearts for her. Even though, I know, that was such a damned hard time she gave her.
I call her Mamalola.
When I was little, she let me "ride" on her legs and feet while they swing. When I hurt my knees with wound from a fall, she would patch it up with some herbals. She made sure the floor was always sqeaky-clean when I and my sibling used to literally crawl on the floor. She made us the tastiest donuts ever!
So back to the radio.
Mamalola enjoyed it. Just like you would an ipod :) So kudos for me and my mom!
What kind of a grandma or grandpa do you have? Fond memories? Only if you feel like answering those. Otherwise, a "nice post" would do. I'm kidding.
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