Robbie-Rock

Memories

December, 26 2003

Summers with Gran & PaPa

 I use to really look forward to the summers that I got to spend with Grandmother and PaPa. I had 40 acres to roam and the all the squirrels and rabbits feared me. My best bud was my trusty sidekick Herman that would follow me around everywhere. It may have been only 40 acres, but it was a vast kingdom to Herman and me. Grandmother was always in the kitchen cooking up my favorite grub, and Pa treated me like his best friend. Gran hardly ever would get mad at me, but there was this one time that thought that she was going to string Pa and me up! Pa had an obsession with making beer and I guess he thought that it was time to pass down his vast knowledge on the subject. I followed him around as he went through the whole procedure. Gran did not like the idea of Pa brewing up the batch on her stove either, but with a grumble she let him do it. After he would brew up a very large batch in a big tin container on the stove he would get two large trashcans and let the beer work down in the cellar. Pa and me would go down to inspect the beer daily. At the end of about a week or so Pa thought that it was time to do a little taste testing. Hanging out in the cellar me and Pa hung out for way over an hour testing the beer very carefully and discussed the art of brewing the perfect batch, and many other things that was better off left in the cellar. Well after over an hour of beer testing Pa and me was pretty toasted. Pa thought it was about time to bottle the beer and that we needed to dig up the bottles to do it with. Back then there was an old house that Pa had moved in and was used as storage back just below the tree line by the creek. Pa was kind of a pack rat and hid all his good stuff around and in that old house. He had been stashing bottles under the house and had me crawl under and throw them out to him. When Pa and me got back to the house all hell broke loose. I was covered in dirt with cobwebs all in my hair and it was way obvious that Pa and me were plowed. Gran started ripping into Pa and I knew that I was next. About that time mom and dad called and said that they had decided to take a trip to El Paso and wanted me to go with them with my two sisters. I seen it as a great escape, because the war wagon had pulled out of the stable and me and Pa had targets painted on our butts. Half way to El Paso I came down with a big case of poison ivy so bad that they had to take me to the hospital, but I bet Pa would have gladly traded places with me. Thankfully when the war wagon rolled out it was normally in my defense. That is what I remember the most about my grandmother as being the best superhero that any kid could hope to have.

 By Rock