Friday Nights at Grandmas
This is one of my favorite pictures from our wedding. Me and my Grandma. The expression on her face is so sweet.
It reminds me of all the times when I used to sleep over her house as a little girl and watch Dallas and Falcon Crest with her on Friday nights. After our shows we would go upstairs and watch the news and nightline. Then she would tell me stories that she had made up. Sometimes it was Mickey Mouse and the magic crayon, sometimes it was Mickey Mouse and the special magic cous cous. It always involved Mickey Mouse and something magic though. Sometimes she would tell me stories of her in the War, which she always pronounces “Wall” and it makes it seem so much less scary.
In the morning she would smoke a cigarette and bring cafe au lait for both of us. Mine was mostly milk and sugar with just a touch of coffee. I had a special cup that I would use. It was a china espresso cup and saucer with a rose painted on it and a gold handle. To this day I don’t think I’ve felt as special as I did when I would drink out of my cup. I have the milk pitcher from the set but my cup is missing.
Saturday we would take the bus to Macy’s at Queens Center Mall and we would walk around, she would listen intently to all my gibber jabber and I would do the same. She would buy herself clothes, sometimes a pretty scarf too. I can usually be found with a pretty scarf in my bag too now that I am a grownup. Then when we got back to main street I would pick out two books at B Dalton and she would buy them for me. I would read while she prepared dinner. At some point after dinner my mom or dad would pick me up. Those Friday nights will always be with me.
May 22nd, 2007 at 3:53 pm
that is such a great picture of the both of you!
The story is very touching…thanks for sharing!