I am continuing in my journey down memory lane. Today is all about grandma Linberger. Oh the life lessons she taught.
I know it’s not the case but it seemed to me she always lived in Florida. Going to see her was like our family vacation. It wasn’t often enough.
One of my favorite memories of her was when she lived in Lakeland. My brother and I were still very young. It was my first visit to a Publix grocery store. My brother and I were wondering around when we saw grandma at the other end of the aisle. She saw us and started calling out to us saying, “little boys, little boys, does your momma know where you’re at? It embarrassed us so bad but was so funny too.
While we were in the store, I also saw for the first time, a very young child walking with an adult who had the child in a harness with a leash. I thought, how mean, the child ain’t no dog! Grandma popped me for staring and explained later how it kept the child from being snatch away from the mom should it had ventured away.
Grandma also taught me another lesson. She said if I fixed my plate then I had to clean my plate, that is eat all the food I put on it. If she fixed my plate by how much I told her to put on it then I had to “clean my plate.” Now if she fixed my plate then I didn’t have to eat it all. The lesson was not to waste food. Wonder if I can blame her for being fat?
Grandma worked as a home health nurse. One of her clients gave her a car. It was a Chrysler New Yorker. Old car. Hardly driven at all. Was owned by a little old lady with money. The woman had to have money, she could afford my grandma and grandma was the best.
Grandma didn’t really need the car and since she soon thereafter moved closer to my home, I ended up buying the car from her. A young man driving a car made for old people, owned by old ladies, and smelt that way. I thought I would never get the smell of baby powder out of there!
Grandma has been dead for many years. I miss her jokes. I have a question I’ve wanted to ask her for a long time. If I think about and it’s still important, when I get to heaven I’m going to ask her why the young kids couldn’t come to papa Ernest’s funeral and what was all that standing and sitting and standing and sitting all about?
Loved ya grandma Linberger