combing the obits.

a funny memory of my Grandma on what would have been 106th birthday

I wasn't very old,
eleven maybe,
sipping sweet hot tea
and eating macaroni
at your kitchen table,
loving your smell,
watching you,
combing the obits.

It was just your thing.
you'd circle some names,
comment softly,
sometimes you would laugh.

I never knew it then,
but I am pretty sure my
sense of morbid,
came from you.

Author's Note

My grandma used to play this and dance to a 78 record, I cried when I found it.
I love the internet somedays!

Reviews

[RonE317]

Of course, I couldn't help but think of my own grandmother while reading. What hit me most was the eating of macaroni and loving her smell. No better memory triggers than food and aroma.
My grandmother had this old blanket. It had been around way before I was born, and it was the blanket that all the grandchildren would use if they stayed over. Nothing smelled more like her than that blanket. When she passed away six years ago, we came across it and divided it among-st all of us. It doesn't smell much anymore but it sure is nice to feel that soft, old, orange and brown, plaid memory against my face.
Love the easy, honest feel of this piece...

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you for sharing that memory. I have my grandmother's old quilt she made. It is tattered and worn, and one of my favourite blankets. I am so glad that brought those memories up for you.

[Caradoc]

I can picture that in my mind. That's priceless.

Love it.

-Cara

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. I loved my gramma a whole lot.

[willweb]

I liked this alot. I would think maybe she had a small part in it, the rest you got right here on this site. :)
I really enjoyed this today KLGoode.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you, I enjoyed it too. Especially finding that whacky song.

[willweb]

The song link doesn't show up on my computer. Can you tell me what song it was?

[Lyn Anderson]

Dickie Valentine, Cle-o and Me-o

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"my sense of morbid came from you"

funny in a weird way, when we feel these things...

ah the influence of those grandparents....:)))

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks very much.

[Matching Socks]

Lol. :) that's awesome.
There you go, you come by it honestly.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks, I think so.:)

[Rene Salinas]

Nice! This reminded me that my grandma taught me how to cook! It just came back as I read this is full of warmth and enchantment and appreciation of feelings that seem to reside and live somwhere in there but they are not always present. There is also an element of respect which is admirable, the experience of those who have gone....

Worth remembering!

Thankyou

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. Feeling thoughtful about old memories today.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I always joke that I read the obituaries to see if I sided… any ways what a sweet memory wrapped in poetic form. Thanks for sharing that heart warming memory.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks, it just popped into my head when I realized what the date was.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

That is cool, it is a sweet memory for sure.

[therisa]

Kl, I think it's a generational thing, as I have strong memories of my own grandma doing this. And she's pushing past 100, right now. Reading the newspaper, with her breakfast, feeding parts of her toast, to her small dog. Pity the poor fool, with earned her sarcastic remarks, for they would tear that person up.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks for your comments.

[therisa]

Your welcome.

[Fran Marie]

A great tribute to your grandmother...somehow I don't find combing the obits morbid at all...maybe it's an age thing..the older you get thing..it becomes a reality..lovely memories in this poem..

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks, I appreciate that. Oh, she had a wickedly black sense of humour.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A lovely, sensitive and whimsical reminicance told in flowing free verse.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks, I just thought of it when I looked at the date.