Category Archives: grandchildren

Birthday presents


A tiny crocheted guinea pig no bigger than my cell phone (not a smart phone, just a simple cell phone) now lives at my grandson’s house. He is nine. He has so many stuffed animals on his bed that I asked him where he slept. He assured me there was room for him. What does he want for his birthday–next September?  Already he has decided. A crocheted monkey.




Well, not quite. But just three days left around here! One friend I talked to said her daughter was already missing school. So I ask my grandchildren if they are ready to go back to school instead of having summer. You guessed right. “No way, Grandma!” My daughter is thinking the same thing. She teaches middle school. She likes her job but confessed that she is looking forward to summer.

My oldest grandson is graduating the end of the month. He will be headed to college next fall. How fast they grow!

Happy summer vacation!

Mover and shaker

I guess I’m a mover and shaker.
Last week, I moved in my car about 300 miles round trip for a day trip.

This week, I moved in my car about 300 miles round trip to visit one daughter and four grandchildren for a few days.

Next week I will move in my car about 500 miles round trip to visit another daughter and three grandsons for a few days.

This week I was a shaker. I needed to leave Wednesday morning to come home. I never said goodbye to three of the grandchildren because I lost track of time before my daughter hurried them into the car to catch the bus. They were running late. That shook up my 11-year-old grandson. He called me later because he had “a bone to pick with me.” I had not said goodbye. So I asked forgiveness and said I would give him two kisses and hugs when I came the next time. He forgave me. So maybe next time I go I will only be a mover, not a shaker. I hope.



Four children, snow, and a day schools are closed–a recipe for fun!

I remember those days. But now, for me, snow is cold; I would rather sit where it’s warm and look at the beautiful white stuff. But my grandchildren had a ball!


At first, it is just getting out into it.

Then, they decided to dig out their sleds and take advantage of the hill.



I’m glad they didn’t invite Grandma to go down the hill! I was content to take the pictures!