My sister and I visited my Pa last month.
He just turned 95 and is the cutest, sweetest old man.
My grandparents moved to Spokane a few years ago but lived on Lake Coeur D'Alene for most of my life.
We went to the Lake one day and had a picnic. What a beautiful area...evergreens, beautiful water, etc.
While we were visiting, I texted my cousin Liz a lot of our commentary.
It might not interest anyone else much but I
think we're hilarious.
Me: Pa is obsessed with royalty, no?
Me: So fresh and so clean (pic of white shoes)
Me:...same thing he was wearing when we visited last year.
Me: Oh crap...he started talking about Obama. Here we go...
Me: (30 min later) ..... "He's a rat, can't trust an Arab" (I don't agree but don't know how to divert the conversation)
Me: Have you ever noticed he says HARses instead of Horses? It's a small town Utah accent from the 20th century.
Me: Don't worry that I just bawled my eyes out watching him cut up my cantaloupe for breakfast. He's so sweet and crazy capable for a 95 year old.
Me: "What would you kids do without a computer? I don't even know what you do all day on 'em." "What are you texting your boyfriends now?"
Me: I heard him talking late last night after we'd gone to bed so I snuck upstairs to see what was going on. He was saying his prayers out loud. Blessing everyone..it melted me to pieces.
Liz: I know. He does that every night. Hes' just so precious. I wanna keep him forever.
Me: Help me remember this...he says there's a wooden box downstairs that has letters from him when he was at war and various things from that era that he meant to make a book out of. He wouldn't let me take it but said I could disperse it once he's gone.
Liz: Oh cool...write it down too.
Me: He's scanned all of his photos onto the computer. That'll help a ton...I should've taken a jump drive so I could burn them for all of us grand kids. I'll do that next time I visit...cuz he is going to live another 5-10 years. (here's a pic of my grandma's journal. I'll pay you a $1 if you can transcribe this for me)
Me: Pa just lets us do whatever, it's kinda nice. We can sleep in, eat on the couch, he doesn't care. Gussie ran such a tight ship, it was stressful to remember all of her rules.
Liz: haha. I know. I think he's always been that way, Grandma just wouldn't let him. I just love him.
Me: I meant to take a picture of his freezer, it kills me. Juice, cookies and milk (grossest).
Here's some pics.
We made Grandma's Mac/Cheese for him, it wasn't exact but close enough.
Isn't he the cutest thing?
I sure love him and wish he lived closer....until next time Pa!
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Ribs of course.
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