the older you get the faster time goes. She was in her late 50s and I was probably 7 or 8 when she shared her wisdom with me. Little did I know then that these words would come to me almost every day as I got older. But now that times seems to fly by at a crazy pace, I remember those words and my grandmother, Winnie Viedt. I never called her grandmother or grandmom. Actually I guess I must have once and it was then that she told me that she was too young to be a grandmother and that I should call her by her name. So I asked her what her was. And the rest is history as they say. She was known in the family for other words of wisdom, but they do not warrant repeating. She had a rather sharp tongue! But she was very good to me and made THE BEST peanut butter fudge. I can still taste it and can close my eyes and imagine myself in the kitchen.
|Grandmother, Winifred, standing, Great Aunt Miriam on Pony, 1923|
|Grandfather and Grandmother, on left, 1935|
While Darla has been on leash and being a good girl, Buddy has been outside, unsupervised, which is what we usually do. But alone, he gets in to trouble. We discovered last week that he's eating the green and red cherry tomatoes off the plants on the deck. And I was puzzled why there were none getting ripe! Oh that boy!
I am loving these summer days. Hope you are too. We have not gone on vacation yet, coming up on a month or so. I refuse to wish away days until vacation. I'm enjoying every one!