Where’s Grandma?
Helene Hadsell sent this letter to The Saturday Evening Post on October 23rd, 2006.
I wrote this poem on my 75 birthday.
Where’s Grandma?
In the dim and distant past
When the tempo wasn’t fast
Grandma used to rock and knit
Crochet, read, and baby-sit
In those days of gracious living
Grandma was the one for giving
When the family was in a jam
They could always count on ‘gram’
Today, you’ll find her at the gym
Swimming-cycling to keep trim
Nothing these days seems to stop her
Now that grandma’s off her rocker!
And, my then 81-year-old husband too, had a sense of humor. When my 8-year-old granddaughter asked me if I even dusted and he overheard her—he grinned—went to his workbench in the garage and printed this sign. This hangs by the back entry hall, used by all family and friends when they come to visit. (Incidentally, he calls our daughter-in-law a nitpicker.)
WELCOME
If you see something that bothers you—like the grass needs mowing, dust bunnies, the carpet needs vacuuming, dirty dishes and windows, or anything else “Feel Free” to do something about it. OTHERWISE, you can wait until you’re 80-year-old and see if it still bothers you.
Now I have an excuse. My interests don’t shrink with age, though my ability to do things does!