|Ada's Apron hangs awaiting duty|
I would serve something light, probably salad...and I would wear her apron -- the one that hangs on the side of my fridge...and I would arrange our salad on Grandma's desert rose plates.
She would arrive smartly dressed, and properly shod and I would probably get a mini-lecture about the importance of wearing shoes when she saw my bare feet. But it wouldn't be long before Grandma would laugh.
And when she began to laugh, I would think to reach for my camera to capture the sound. Then, on second thought, I'd realize I have the sound of her laughter stored in my head.
After "luncheon," (that's what she called it when she got together with other women for this meal ) I would definitely sit her in front of my piano, secretly wishing I had called the piano tuner one of the hundred-and-one times I thought of it. She would be thrilled to see that I have her music, but not nearly as thrilled as I would be to listen as her hands began to coax the keys to play...Everybody Loves Somebody...sometime.
She would notice the keys that don't sound right.
How long would it take for her to notice the lamps from her vanity, or the painting that once hung in her guest room?
Grandma noticed things. And she would notice things all over my home that she once touched, cleaned, arranged...loved... things my children and grandchildren think belong to me. I would finally get to ask her about them. What was their history; where were they from?
I would introduce Grandma to my grand children. She would size them up, and when I wasn't looking, she would stealthily stuff a $20 into their hands. I would be able to tell by the way they acted afterwards.
She would miss seeing my prince, who is off working in the 100-plus degree heat today. But she would wisely tell me to take good care of him. I know this because she always said it. Grandma took care of things. That must be where I got the take-care-of-things-skills! That must be why my mother is so careful to take care of things too! I guess this is good news for my grand kids and their future spouses...grand kids who will one day realize that I was NOT old today...the day I had my imaginary luncheon with Grandma.
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