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Created on: July 05, 2010 Last Updated: April 23, 2011
Grandmas Hands
I was driving home from work the other day when I heard the song “Grandma’s Hands” playing on the radio.
The memory of a special afternoon spent with my grandma suddenly surfaced from its hiding place.
It had been buried deep in my heart for many years and this song made it seem like yesterday.
The sights, the scents, the sounds, the feeling of the warm sun, I could feel and see it all and even now as I tell you this story it comes flooding back to me once again.
It was late summer and my brother and I were on a bus going to downtown Rochester, NY to meet my grandmother.
Grandma had planned a special day for the two of us.
The bus stopped in front of the department store Sib leys and I can still recall seeing grandma standing in front of the store waiting for us.
Her smile lit up her face when she saw the two of us getting off the bus. She rushed over to greet us and reached out and took our hands.
She had the softest and most reassuring hands. She always made us feel so safe and loved.
She looked so pretty.
She was about 5’10” tall, slender, with an olive complexion and dark brown hair and eyes. As always she was dressed in the latest fashion. This time she wore a sleeveless brown and white checked dress, sensible heels and carrying her black handbag.
We started walking down Main St. together.
All the stores, people, lights, and scents of downtown Rochester were amazing and made us feel so happy and excited.
As we were walking along the sidewalk we could see the Mr. Peanut statute out in front of a store that we were approaching. No one had to guess what they were selling in this store!
The scent of fresh roasted peanuts lured us inside the store.
We stood looking in the cases loaded with all kinds of nuts, while our mouth watered for those fresh roasted peanuts! Grandma bought each of us a small bag of peanuts. We felt like we were in seventh heaven as our little fingers dug in the bag for handfuls of these hot salty peanuts that we had been longing for.
We left Planters and headed over to Greens Department store.
She told us she was going to buy us each a special gift and we could pick it out.
She said we had a whole dollar each to spend.
We were so excited and felt so special that Grandma was buying us a new toy!
It may have only been a dollar but it was a special dollar to us and we wanted to make sure we picked out just the right thing.
We looked and looked
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