McCulloughs to find 'roots'
My friend Lorraine Hadsell loaned me a cute little book titled "You Wouldn't Believe What My Grandchild Did" by Lois Wyse. Of course, it dealt mostly with small children and the things they do or say.
I've found that you never get over your concern for your grandchildren. You are proud of them, no matter what they accomplish, great or small.
Just recently a great-grandson started a new job, which included quite a bit of traveling. On his first "go," his plane was grounded in a large city by stormy weather, then later on to a larger city where he missed his flight out, causing him to have to stay there overnight. The mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother became quite concerned about the welfare of the naïve, young, lonely traveler, so the cell phones were a great comfort in being able to track him along his way, with lots of grandmotherly advice.
One time one of my grandsons, a college freshman and a fraternity pledge, called me late at night. His pledge class had been "kicked out" of their fraternity house by upper classmen to fare for themselves for the night. My sister and her husband, who lived in the same town, had gone to Arizona for the winter. My grandson, whose little brain was working, conceived the idea of spending the night in their home. I, sympathizing with the plight of those dear, shivering young man, told him where the key was. When my sister and her husband learned of my duplicity, did I get it!
Now, I think what if they had damaged some of her valuable art collection, burned a hole in the carpet, made long distant telephone calls, or stopped up the toilet! Oh dear!
— NORMA HANNAFORD
