Lake Tahoe – A Pain in the Butt
When my mom was married to her second husband, Larry, every summer we went on vacation somewhere. We would load down the van with luggage, drinks, and groceries. I can remember traveling many a mile with my hand stuck in a box of Lucky Charms. Continue reading
I can remember spending many nights at my Grandma and Grandad Bailey’s house. During the summers we stayed for weeks at a time. We loved it. Looking back, I don’t know how she managed to keep her sanity. It wasn’t just me and my siblings there, it was ALL the cousins. At any given time she would have 7 to 8 kids running in and out of the house, sometimes more when we brought a friend.
Grandma never minded though. She loved us being there. I can not remember a single time that she lost her patience and yelled at us. That’s not to say she didn’t get on to us. I remember her chasing the older cousins around with a switch from the tree or more often, her fly swatter. I don’t remember ever getting a whipping myself, though I am sure I must have. Grandma had a paddle hanging on her wall that someone had decorated and given her. “Grandma’s Paddle” was written across it. I don’t remember the paddle ever leaving her wall. Grandma and Grandad both were easy-going, never yelling or screaming at any of us. Their patience seemed limitless…….or maybe that is why Grandad spent so much time out in the shed.
This is the first post in a new series I will be doing every Wednesday. ln celebration of “Wayback Wednesday” I will post about a special memory in my lifetime. For my first post, I wanted to post about something very special. My memories on first becoming a mother……
I was fairly young when I first became a mom, only 19. I had been married for just a little over six months.