When the apartments started to be built, I picked up the rotary phone and called Grandma to let her know the place she should live was right behind my house. It wasn't long until we were unloading my grandparent's belongings into those very apartments. From that moment on, my life was perfect. If I needed anything I just walked to Grandma's. Need a snack? See Grandma. Want to play games? See Grandma. Need a break from the parents? See Grandma.
My grandma was cool. She drove a yellow Firebird. She wore the most glamorous of outfits. She listened to the best music, and somehow she knew all of the popular stars. My grandma and I spent countless days and nights together. We played rummy, watched television, and worked on her quilts. Each night we'd sit on the couch, she'd sew and I'd thread needles. When I'd get bored, I'd try on all of her shoes or play in her jewelry.
I spent many nights with my grandma who could stay up late and sleep well into the morning. One of my favorite nights was Monday nights. On Monday nights, my grandma played BINGO. This was always one of my highlights. At first, on the nights I didn't have school on Tuesday, I was able to go up to the Legion Hall with her as she played BINGO. I was too young to play, but she'd buy me a Coke. I'd watch her cards with her, and keep her company. It wasn't long until I was able to join her on school nights too. Yes, it was a little late, but as long as I didn't complain about being tired the next day everyone seemed to play along.
My grandma had her luck, and I had my mine. Grandma was winning at BINGO, but I was winning at life. What fun to be side by side with her through most of my childhood.
For the month of March I will be participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge hosted at Two Writing Teachers. It will be a busy month of writing, commenting, and learning with this community. Stop by today's link up to join the conversation or find some great reading.