I Miss Grandma

I Really Miss Grandma

When we lived in the states, we used to go on weekend trips to West Virginia to visit my grandmother. In the summers, Rachael and I would stay with her for a week or two.  My mom did not get along with my grandmother because she was my dad's mom and not her mom.( or at least that is how Rachael explained it to me). So, when we'd go for the weekend, Rachael and I would stay with Grandma while Daddy and Mommy stayed in a motel.

Well, we had visited with Grandma just before we left to go to France.  They all told me that it would be three years before we'd see her again. It didn't seem too bad because it was always three somethings (weeks, months, etc.) before we saw her and, as a child, what did I know about time?

We'd crossed the oceans, taken a train through the countries, and set ourselves up in Paris, France. Enough time had passed that I thought it must be time to go to visit Grandma.  But you can't visit grandma from France.  In fact, I couldn't visit Grandma until I was nine years old!  While I didn't understand the explanations from earlier, I understood nine years old! Why that was forever!

I would not be consoled. Grandma had no telephone on the mountain at her house in West Virginia.  I couldn't call her. And even if she did have a telephone,Mommy said long distance calls cost more money than Daddy made at work for the army. I couldn't even write her a letter because I didn't know how to write yet. 

So far, France was awful! I wanted to go home. I wanted my Grandma!