Never Say Never
I went to the schools that were in the area predominately occupied by low-income housing projects. So, I got picked on a lot in school because they felt as if I thought I was better than them due to my circumstances. What they didn’t know was that yes I had all of those things and still when I went home I felt alone or felt as if I wasn’t being shown enough attention by my parents. Then, there was my grandmother for whom I was named. A firm disciplinary, she never sugar coated anything with us, she somehow had a way of loving you back together after she tore you into pieces (lol). Summers, weekends, days after school that were spent over her house were always eventful. There I learned about what family was supposed to be, how to get along with others, how to conduct myself outside of home, and even though I didn’t want to we had no choice but to learn how to cook early on. I remember getting out at grandma’s house and smelling the chitterlings as I walked up to the door and instantly wanting to cry because of the smell but I also knew that meant once I hit the door I would see all of my female cousins in the kitchen washing dishes, cleaning greens to cut, and somewhere in the mix I would be peeling, peas.
Those were the days when what we wanted to do didn’t matter, well not to grandma! With all the child’s play she found a way to teach us how to keep a house too. There were instances in my life that I shared with grandma that will never be erased. Some of those times were bitter sweet and some of those times were filled with laughter. I always bring to memory the time when grandma had all of us together riding with her and someone was having a bad stomach day as I would call it. Grandma was full of sarcasm and choice words and for some reason we found laughter in everything she said. She warned us the entire evening that consequences would follow if we carried on any longer. Me and two of my cousins couldn’t stop laughing so on our ride home that night grandma decided to get the last laugh! She had my brother stop the car on the darkest roads in the city and made us get out! Not only did she make us get out, but she had my brother pull off and leave us. I finally knew what our dogs felt like as we ran down the dark and empty road trying to catch the car. Getting a mile down the road to the next street she had him to pick us up. Tears in my eyes and my heart beating a cadence I had never heard before I thought she was the worst! But, as soon as she got home she loved on me as if nothing had happened and told me she would never let anything happen to me. It was things like that, that could make someone like grandma unforgettable. She would talk to all of us and no one the same. She knew just how to handle each one of our characteristics however strong they were. When we needed to be talked to she did that, when we needed to be loved on she did that, when we needed our attitudes adjusted she accommodated us with that too. She loved hard and she made sure we knew what love was. Man I miss those days….. You may also preview and leave a review here: https://www.createspace.com/preview/1093244
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