My photographer friend and fellow blogger (hyperblogal) keeps entertaining us with his photoshop tricks. Here's the latest:
He suggests we keep the grandchildren away from the garden this year.
I went with Cliff and his sister Rena to Jefferson City today, to visit their Aunt Gertrude in the hospital. She is there to try and get her asthma under control. They are giving her steroids intravenously, and that causes her blood sugar to soar... even though she is NOT diabetic. So they have to give her insulin to control the blood sugar.
Rena went for a walk in the halls with Aunt Gertrude.
Maybe it's my imagination, but I notice a HUGE family resemblance here.
Cliff's brother, Donald, called in the middle of last week to say he was going to ride his motorcycle (a Gold Wing) up here from his home in southern Kansas. Cliff told him to call when he was ready to leave and we'd meet him halfway. He called, we headed out. We rode and rode and rode. Finally we arrived at our meeting-place.
There he was, smoking and smirking. He informed us that his calculations had been a little "off", and we'd gone forty miles past the true half-way mark. Oh well, as we bikers like to say, "It's all about the ride!"
We got home shortly before 6 PM and Cliff's sister, our next-door neighbor, had lasagna ready for us. Wow, can life get any better? Where are you going to find a renter who cooks supper for you?
And a delicious supper it was! Donald's wife wanted to be here, but she doesn't like to ride on a motorcycle.
We've missed our old motorcycle-riding buddies, Charlene (Cliff's younger sister) and Pat, her husband. They're way off in St. Louis these days.
But today Rena rode with Don on his bike, so we had some people to ride with. Here you see Cliff, Don, and Rena ready to ride. It was a blast.
Here they are behind us. Oh, we took so many back roads and twists and turns, you wouldn't believe it.
If you'd like to ride along with us, here's a video. I originally put a Merle Haggard tune with it (Are the Good Times Really Over For Good) but YouTube's copyright cops caught it. So I did it over with an Iris Dement-John Prine song. One thing about folks songs, they are so little-known that nobody cares about copyrights. Enjoy the ride.
This picture, taken four years ago, shows Cliff's late mother's sisters. The one in the middle, Aunt Faye, has gone to her eternal home; I often see her mentioned in her granddaughter's blog. She is not forgotten. On the left you see Aunt Lois; Cliff has pleasant childhood memories of spending Thanksgiving Days at her house, eating food fit for a king.
On the right is Aunt Gertrude. If you go to her house Monday through Friday, you're liable to see her with a kid on her lap; because in spite of the fact that she's in her eighties, she babysits three or four kids regularly, and sometimes more. These days she is babysitting children of some of the people who were her charges when they were babies.
I learned very early on in my marriage that when you visit Versailles, you go to Aunt Gertrude's house before you see anybody else; it's an unwritten law. Cliff and I discussed this yesterday, and I think we finally figured out why.
First of all, Cliff and his siblings love this woman more than you can imagine. That's reason enough, I suppose.
But the story goes back to Cliff's childhood.
Cliff's parents were like oil and water; it's a wonder they stayed together "till death do you part", but they did. However, once in awhile Cliff's mother, Melva, had all she could stand: she'd gather up the kids, get on the train in Kansas City, and take them to visit Grandma, who lived in the same house as Gertrude and her husband.
Melva told me herself, more than once, "Mommy would say, 'You made that bed, now you lay in it.'"
Maybe that's why the marriage lasted... my mother-in-law was just minding her mother.
Whenever Melva and the kids showed up at that house, they not only saw Grandma; they also saw Aunt Gertrude. After Grandma Silvey died, they would still go to that same house any time they were in town. They received good meals and lots of love there. For kids who moved "every time the rent came due" as Cliff says, I'm sure there was a feeling of stability about that place. Aunt Gertrude, or "Ainie" as they called her, never moved again after she married.
By the way, Cliff and I can still get plenty to eat at that same house if we show up at dinner time, and the love still flows as freely as ever. This week when we stopped to see her, she offered us some zucchini cake. And iced tea, of course. After her husband died, she never made coffee again.
There are other strong ties to Aunt Gertrude: She raised Cliff's older brother, for one thing.
But the greatest force that draws Cliff and his siblings to her door is the love she has poured on her nieces and nephews throughout her life.
"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
