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R is lucky to have 3 of his 4 grandparents still with us. And during our visit to Kansas, we made our rounds to see them.
It was wonderful.
First, we visited V. She is a crackerjack, and makes me literally laugh out loud. As soon as she was wheeled out, it was one hello to us and then all about Ruthie.
V was enthralled with Ruth’s eyebrows and asked her if mama was painting them on.
I love asking his grandparents about their past. For instance, the Dust Bowl. V had been living in Oklahoma when it hit. She was around 11 or 12 and remembers having to go to sleep with wet rags over her mouth and waking up to a line of dust on her face.
They moved to Arkansas Ozarks soon after because her mother had lived in the Missouri Ozarks and loved the area.
R would tell me stories about her superstitions growing up. Like, if they were walking together and came upon a pole, they could not let the pole split their path. If they did, she would make him come back around it and walk with her on the side. So, being ornery, he would purposefully run around it to make her come after him.
While we were chatting, some visitors brought valentines day notes for everyone. Ruth wanted to eat it.
I guess neither of ours made the cut.
After our visit, we headed straight to his other grandparents. They still live in their 1950s home, full of interesting things collected throughout the years. I’m sure she is sick of me asking for a tour every time we visit. I can’t help it. Some areas are like a time capsule.
Ruth was at first aloof.
Family portrait time!
Look at this photo and tell me this has any of me in her. Sigh. As a friend of mine said, who’s daughter is also an exact copy of her husband, “I did carry you for 10 months. You could have had at least a little of me in you.”
We then went into the dining room for some cookies and convo. This used to be their breezeway, where R’s mom and her siblings would go roller skating.
An old highchair was pulled out and Ruth was strapped in.
Her great-grandad gave her a spoon to play with…
But Ruth only wanted to eat it. Of course. I guess that’s where I fit into her personality. Whatever.
After eating too many candies, the girls went downstairs because great-grandma had a toy whipped up for Miss Ruth.
Made out of an old box and some rope, just throw padding in the bottom and you have yourself an indoor sled! She took a tour of the basement…
I guess after the major part of the Dust Bowl had ended, he and some friends went pheasant hunting. They would climb hills of dust that rose over fences and smothered homesteads. The dust-hills were so thick you could walk on it and they would do so. Over those fences and through the windows of those homesteads, out the other side.
It makes you wonder if some of those rolling hills you see are due to the Bowl. And what’s buried under them?
I love these stories and visiting these grandparents of R. But it makes me miss my own. I wish Ruth could have met them.
She will one day. That gives me comfort.