Showers

The older I get the more I think about Grandma Hanst. She started all of this family business. Aunt Roz used to call me her when she saw me following in the footsteps as we all have in one way or another.
Today, I remembered a day at the beach. At Sunken Meadow and we were having a wonderful time as little people. The family wasn't as hard to get together, because we all lived in NY. We could see a couple of sparks of lightening in the distance and Mu said we'd better go to the cars. I remember how mad I was that she had said that. She was the boss and we knew that we all had better get a move on. The clouds rushed us and we were all caught in the most awesome storm with buckets of water dumping on us and lightening thrashing about us as we scrambled to collect the real valuables (the old people and children) and go to the cars. Her Easter baskets were unforgettable and the way the Dodgers were always playing when we went to her house. Time stood still for us at her house and she seemed to fit us all in that little apt. of hers. I wish the older people in the family, like all the aunties would fill in the blanks about her for not just the cliches, the precious memories...