Today, I took Abby to the duck pond to play, feed ducks and have a picnic. As I was sitting on a blanket under a tree and holding my child, I was struck with a sense of longing to be back in my childhood. Not because I wanted to do the sliding down the slide or have someone push me on the swing, but because I really missed the picnic outings we used to have with my
Grandma and Grandpa.
These outings, at least the ones that came to my memory today, were always up in Morgan. We would go to Morgan park to eat then fish in the Morgan river. The river is just behind some trees in the back of the park. I, of course, didn't go for the fishing, I went for the food. Grandma ALWAYS has the best food. If there is one thing I would love to say I got from my grandma, it would be her ability to cook. Needless to say, I have a long way to go until that is true. Anyhow, the food....ahhh the food. It was a picnic of the most fabulous kind. Sandwiches made at the park - made to order. Chips and soda pop in many varieties. Ding Dongs, Twinkies, pickles, olives (which we only ate at fancy occasions, actually who eats those unless there is a good reason) candy and whatever else you could think of. I am almost positive there were Oreos. Not only was lunch to die for, but while the boys were fishing, we girls would lie on a blanket and take a nap in the shade. The company was even better than the food. We were so excited to have a day with Grandma and Grandpa just to us. They always went out of their way to make
the day as special as possible.
I really do miss Grandpa, and even though Grandma is still here, I miss the carefree days of being the young grandchild who gets to sit and savor the delicious food made especially for me. So, in the park today I missed my Grandpa, I missed Grandma's good food (PB&J just doesn't cut it), and I missed the idea that the moment could go on forever and ever. So, to sum up this really long post (if you made to the end, you deserve a medal) thank you Grandma, Grandpa, mom and the siblings for great times in Morgan and many other places that deserved a picnic. 
Me and Brad playing in the park in Morgan. Too bad I chose to wear awesome black socks with my white sneakers. lovely.
5 comments:
black socks with white sneakers are great! I've got a picture of myself in around the same time period wearing two pairs of socks with my white sneakers- a shorter pair of hot pink ones, and a longer pair of teal ones (which I had bunched down). Ahh childhood...
What lovely sentiments, Melanie. I hope my grandchild-in-the-making talks about me like that some day. :-)
That's sweet Mel. My girls were asking me at breakfast this morning if it is more fun to be a grown up or a kid. They want to hurry and grow up because they think that looks like so much fun. I remember being in a hurry to grow up too but it is sad to look back and realize you never get that time back again. You're stuck being a grown up forever. Childhood seemed so carefree where our biggest worries were if we missed our favorite cartoon on Saturday or having to clean our room before the cousins came over. But it is especially sad to have the longing feeling for someone you're missing. Grandparents are the best!
It's hard sometimes.. But always remember the good days and look at lots of pictures - - it helps :)
I loved feeding the ducks with my grandma and grandpa too :)
Mel,
I love the memories. Just getting caught up today. By the way I made it to the end and I deserve a MEDAL! (or metal :)) Had to smile!
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