The other day I was reading my mom's Book of Lectures when I ran across the family history section in the back. It contained, among other things, an interview of my Grandma Hurst. I loved it. It made me laugh. I even cried. It sounded just like Grandma. It made me miss my grandma like crazy. Thought I'd share a part.
Do you play an intrument?
Grandma: Well yes, glad you asked. I recently perfected it. My automatic, instamatic, dramatic bed. Our new bed is so large, Grandpa and I call it our winter playground.
Do you and Grandpa play games?
Grandma: Yes, Hide-n-Seek. At night, Grandpa takes off his glasses, and he can't see well. He takes out his hearing aid, and he can't hear very well. He lost his sense of smell a long time ago, so he can't smell me. He can only find me if he stumbles across me. When Grandpa hides, I just go take a nap and eventually he comes out of hiding.
Does Grandpa like that?
He forgets he's playing a game. He doesn't remember why he's hiding, but he gets even. He puts the dishes away, and he hides my dishes, my pots and pans, and my utensils, and I search for them for weeks before I come across them again.
Miss you, Grandma. Hope you're still laughing in heaven!
