One of my favorite pictures is me sitting on my Poppy's lap eating a sucker. I was probably three or four years old. I am happy. I had lots of fun grandparents. I was the first on both sides. My Mother's Dad, Grandpa James even called me Number One.
Poppy was more concerned about my character. Specifically, how I treated my two years younger sister. I remember how I was enjoying beating my sister at croquet a little too much. He showed me how that was not very kind. I remember it so clearly to this day. Standing in his front yard in his beautiful green thin-bladed grass, with a mallet in my hand, and the colorful wooden balls and the precisely spaced wire wickets. Good times.
Today, I am wondering how I would explain the internet to my grandparents. Cousin Kenny probably beat me to it. But, to say, you know how they promised we'd be able to see people on a tv like screen when we talk to them on the phone? Well. we can now. And typewriters are tied into our tv/phone screens...
How would I explain facebook? and twitter? And how the post office is dying.