Thursday, August 1, 2013

Small Things That Comfort

A few weeks ago on a sweltering July afternoon I sat right here in my computer chair with my two youngest granddaughters on my lap. We were looking for entertainment on You Tube. Sounds silly, but the room was air conditioned and we’d just done a book session on the king size bed behind us. I don’t know why this popped into my head but I asked, “Do you want to see some of the things Grandma watched when she was a little girl?”

“Okay, Grandma.” Melodi, at almost five, has a better appreciation for nostalgia than her two and a half year old sister, Sierra.

So I scrabbled around and came upon the opening for The Lone Ranger. The one I chose (and there were several choices) was a little scratchy and not the sharpest picture in the world, but as it played a flood of memories assailed me and I choked up a little. I saw my little girl self sitting wide-eyed in rapt attention as Clayton Moore and his horse charged up the hill to The William Tell Overture. Then into that mist came other old shows, Rin Tin Tin, The Little Rascals, Superman and a few others. Here were icons of days gone by, my days, and my heart was touched with the poignancy of being able to show them to my angels. After we’d gone through a few I was surprised at what happened next. They asked to see the Lone Ranger opening again. I suppose it didn’t hurt that I was bouncing them along and yelling “Hi Ho Silver!” as it played. Having a crazy grandma helped put a little zip into a miserably hot day for them – I hope.

At the time I was enduring childhood it didn’t seem as though anything that happened to my ordinary self would be worthy of tears this many years later. But back then I had many, many thoughts and dreams of how life should or eventually could be and most of them have turned to ash. Yet, drifting back to that kid world is a comfort. I wonder why.

There’s a fairly recent commercial for an investment company, I think, where an older man goes back in time to advise his younger self. Man, wouldn’t that be cool! Perhaps from a distance we gain insight from imagining the words of wisdom we’d impart if we really could do that. It would be way more than, “It’s going to turn out okay.” Some of it would be cautionary, like, “Some day you’ll understand why Mom did that,” to sillier fare like, “Standing at the unlit back porch pounding on the door wearing an old hat and coat so you can scare the bejeepers out of your sister while she babysits will not be your finest hour.” It was danged funny, but not fine.

We all know about comfort food. Yum! Mac and cheese, homemade bread with real butter and jam, Spaghetti O’s. But the reason they comfort is because of the memory attached. Right? My mom was not the best cook in the world so my comfort food has always been of my own making. No, for me, comfort comes in other forms; one of them, to my surprise, is a guy in a mask on a horse named Silver, a boy who yells “Yo Rinny!” and the two little blondes on my lap wanting to know about them. I’ll take it.

How about you?




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8 comments:

  1. Well said, Susan. I think you nailed it. Glad you got to enjoy those babies!

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    1. You comfort me, Rhonda on of the best blogs ever - yours! Bless you.

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  2. Sounds like great grandkids/grandma fun to me! Talk about looking back, I'd like to give my younger self advice on a few things. :) It is interesting to see now how my kids understand more of what my husband and I did over the years. Live and learn, right?

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    1. Oh, Karen. You are sooo right. I think I'll have to live a lot longer to get it all straight! =0)

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  3. Loved this piece, Sue. And you sound like a fun, groovy grandma who will leave a legacy of beautiful memories and interesting times for her little ones. :-)

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  4. Wow, Susan, this really touched me and made me a little misty eyed for some reason. Guess because I have been thinking a lot of those childhood comforts lately. I seem to go there more and more often as I get older, as if hanging on to it will keep me centered or something. I'm suspecting it's the innocence and the hope we had then. I wasn't blessed with children or grandchildren, but I have nieces and nephews who I adore and are a great substitute. We connect with them with our stories and they come to know who we truly are. They will remember all these lovely moments with you and when they tell the stories to their own children and grandchildren or remembering among themselves, they will hear in the back of their minds The William Tell Overture that Grandma introduced to them, many years ago. And they will smile because of YOU. Life goes on and that's the beauty of it. Thanks so much for sharing your precious words.

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    1. Cindy, we have so much in common and connect on many levels. I know how much you cherish each of your nieces and nephews and I love the pictures you send of them. One day they will call you blessed. Really. Hugs.

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