When I was but a very young thing, mom received plane tickets for all of us, including her, to fly to Utah and spend time with gramma and grampa. I remember mom standing by the buffet in the dining room, on the phone, thanking gramma for the tickets but saying she couldn't afford to take time off since her son doesn't help financially. Mom said she was going to cash in the tickets because there were things her children needed far more than a trip. I heard her say 'thank you, Eliza, thank you for not being upset'.
Years later we lived on a dirt lane in a yellow three bedroom ranch style house. I loved it there: the yard was fenced in so my girl Chris (you'll really meet her in a later post) could run freely within the confines of the yard. We were told our grandparents Barrus were coming to visit which meant unless you count being an infant, I will be meeting them for the first time. I was in the 5th grade and pretty excited to get this opportunity and for me, it was amazing.
We went to the Seattle Center, going on rides and eating all manner of junk foods! It was the best since it surely wasn't something this family did on a regular basis! Grampa said he didn't like roller coasters and I wholeheartedly agreed with that statement yet somehow we ended up seated together on it, having a lot of fun on the ride. When we got back with the rest, gramma said my cousins back in Utah were not going to like me because none of them could get grampa to go on a roller coaster - EVER - no matter how hard they begged and pleaded. I was instantly proud of my feat and it's still one of my all time best memories.
In a later post, I'll tell the rest of this story which I'll give a hint of now: when my grandparents departed Seattle for Salt Lake City...I was gifted with a ticket and sitting in between them!
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