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Those Special Days

Those Special Days

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The tenth of August is my brother’s birthday. This year, like many years before, we’re apart for this celebration. Of course, as a kid, I couldn’t get away from it, which wasn’t all bad. It was a time marker saying that the end of the carefree days of summer would soon be here.

Until I was in high school, the tenth of August was spent having a meal on the patio or a picnic in the park. This was followed by an evening of absolute ecstasy at one of two amusement parks, Lakeside or Elitche’s.

Our father couldn’t always be with us on this day because of his job. During the years before either of us were in junior high school (now called middle school), trying to keep both of us happy at one of these parks would have been impossible for my mom to contend with by herself. In addition, neither of these parks was in, what I would consider, a safe neighborhood.

However, the grandparents never missed this day with us. Looking back, I would say that having at least three adults for the games and rides was what made my brother’s birthday so special. Neither one of us had to wait for the other one. We were allowed to flutter around from ride to ride to game, and back to ride just as we pleased because each one always had a loving adult tagging along.

You could say that my brother and I were close to our grandparents, at least our paternal ones. They were available for us almost 24/7. When my parents wanted to go out with friends, the grandparents were there to babysit us. Whenever something special was going on with one of us at school, they, along with our parents would be there to see it happen and to give us praise. And, of course, no holiday was complete without them being there.

Back then, I didn’t think too much about the lavish attention I got. I assumed all kids got what I did and maybe even a little more. I figured grandparents were part of the deal of being a kid.

Ignorance is bliss.

I finally woke up to what my world really was back then when I was in junior high school. Being exposed to more kids, and most of them coming from families with higher incomes than my family, had gave me lessons on what is important in life.

I found out that many kids didn’t spend any time with grandparents. Their world was all about money and possessions. Their sense of family was minimal at best.

My grandparents have passed away since those glorious times. Nevertheless, when a special day comes up on my calendar, I still think of them and the love they always brought with them.



8 comments on “Those Special Days

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  2. Debra Yearwood

    I spent my formative years with my grandmother and I’m so very glad that I did. My childhood with her was carefree and had little in it that wasn’t about fun. Unfortunately, my own children lost their grandparents when they were very young so have not had the benefit of that special relationship. Grandparents are a wonderful gift.


    • Glynis Jolly

      Being a child with a grandparent give a whole other perspective on life, doesn’t it. My son is having the chance to know my mother right now. He’s taking care of the things she can no longer do for herself. He’s actually enjoying this role in her life.


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  4. Carolyn Hughes

    What beautiful memories of grandparents. Such a treasure.
    I am sad that my own children don’t have grandparents, because I think that is such a special relationship.


    • Glynis Jolly

      Thank you for the compliment.

      I hope you’ll continue to read my posts because I’ll be writing another one about grandparents of a different sort.


  5. Aleta

    I never had a very close relationship with my grandparents. My mom was always afraid her parents would hurt us, because her mom was an abusive mom. We weren’t close to my dad’s family, because they didn’t get along with my mom. My parents are good people and so are my husband’s parents. We’re hoping we can have a balanced relationship with them and our son.


    • Glynis Jolly

      I hope you have a wonderful relationship with Greg’s parents and yours as a family. The love they can bring will be incredible. The contentment they can give to Gregory will last forever.


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