Socks for the memories
I've been busy with work stuff for the last week, and The Lady's been ill, so we're low on clean laundry. This morning I needed a pair of socks, so I got a pair out of the box of stuff from my recently deceased paternal grandfather. Practical, sturdy grey socks: the sort of thing he'd wear out fishing, or in his woodshop.I came out to the family room, and showed them off to my daughter.
"These were my grandpa's socks," I told The Girl.
"Why do you have your grandpa's socks?" she asked.
Pause. "Because he wasn't using them any more," I said.
"And now you're wearing them!" she said.
"And now I'm wearing them," I said quietly.
--GG
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posted by Gye Greene @ 10:36 AM
2 Comments:
"... I said quietly". Very well written! You should consider writing your Grandfather's memoirs, in one version or another.
Hey, thanks for that.
I think my writing, like songwriting, is best when it just "occurs" -- rather than needing editing.
I have audio tape of all five grandparents (four biological, one step-grandparent). ONE of these days, I'll transcribe and edit them.
**Very** eventually.
--GG
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