More on Grandparents

I cannot walk by a bag of jelly beans or eat a stack of pancakes without thinking of the many childhood celebrations and 'vacations' at Grandma and Grandpa Shoemaker's house.

The Shoemaker farm sat out in the country about 20 miles from our house. I remember thinking that it must be halfway to the moon, because we could never get their fast enough for my liking. As kids living in town, going to grandma's house was just about this side of heaven for us. We anticipated our trips there almost as much as Christmas morning.

During our summer breaks, grandma and grandpa would take us all for a week. Traditionally, the three girls (me, my sister, Kelly and my cousin Amy) would spend a week, followed by my brother, Kevin and cousin, Jerry, and lastly the older two cousins Dave and Dan. We were treated like royalty and spoiled ruthlessly until we were returned to our respective parents.

I will always remember the girls sleeping in the upstairs bedroom on the left. Wallpapered in huge yellow roses and boasting a metal-framed double bed with big feather pillows, it was a dream. I always thought they were geniuses for tying a string from the headboard to the pull chain on the light so you didn't have to get out of bed to turn the light off at night!

Each morning we were treated to a feast fit for royalty before we would happily run out to play and use God's gift of imagination to see what adventures we could come up with on the farm. Grandma and grandpa had converted an old corn crib into our 'playhouse' complete with table, chairs, and a variety of mismatched dishes and silverware. That was our palace and our domain. Grandma would make up a lunch basket and haul it out there to us every day, and best of all, she always cut the crust off the bread. Grandpa would let us ride in the back of the pick up truck to go get the mail or to ride into town, something the children of today will rarely, if ever, be able to enjoy.

I could go on for hours about my memories of Grandma and Grandpa Shoemaker, but there are so many great ones, you'd be reading a novel. Here are just a few:

* ice cold well water quenching your thirst from an old tin cup hanging outside.
* silver dollar pancakes and chocolate pudding with Cool Whip
* hay rack rides to 'the timber'
* cleaning chickens, yuck!
* Jelly Beans on Easter Sunday
* Hours of jumping on an inflated brown bag
* arthritic hands and silver braids
* Thanksgiving dinner on TV trays
* Homemade noodles drying all over the house

I have heard people say "We were blessed with a granddaughter" but I think it's truly the other way around. "I was blessed with great grandparents" Rest in peace grandma and grandpa Shoemaker. You will always be remembered.