Mamaw went to the doctor today. He said that she needed surgery on her shoulder or she wouldn't regain the mobility of her arm back. He said the longer she waited, the worse it was going to get, so she's scheduled for surgery on Friday at noon. It will be here in town and is just a same day surgery.
Do you ever have those moments where a sight or a smell takes you back to being a kid? Yesterday we were driving near Fayetteville, and I noticed a huge mound of sand at this building site. It made me think of my Papaw. Papaw had every Tuesday off of work and every other Tuesday he would drive to Muskogee and pick up his sister from the nursing home (she'd had several strokes by her mid-40's) and they would spend the day together. Before I started school, and during breaks once I'd started school, I would go with him. At the beginning of summer, Papaw would load up a big empty box and a shovel in the trunk of his car. I always knew that once he did that, we'd be stopping by the sand mounds after we picked up Auntie Evelyn that week. We would go to this place between Muskogee and Tulsa and there were these huge mounds of sand. Papaw knew somebody that worked there I guess. He would get out the box and shovel and we would trek up these huge mounds of sand. I always liked to try to get to the top. And then we would put as much sand as we could carry into that box and load it back into the trunk. Then once we got home, we'd go put the fresh sand in my sandbox. I loved that sandbox and spent many, many hours playing in it when I was a kid. Sometimes Papaw would play in it with me. He was a great grandpa. He was always playing something with me, whether it was in the sandbox, hide and seek or just some silly board game. I still miss him alot.
Well... I won't keep going on and on about Papaw in this post. Maybe I'll write a little about him in my next few posts. I've never really written or talked about him much, but he's been a major influence in my life.
Do you ever have those moments where a sight or a smell takes you back to being a kid? Yesterday we were driving near Fayetteville, and I noticed a huge mound of sand at this building site. It made me think of my Papaw. Papaw had every Tuesday off of work and every other Tuesday he would drive to Muskogee and pick up his sister from the nursing home (she'd had several strokes by her mid-40's) and they would spend the day together. Before I started school, and during breaks once I'd started school, I would go with him. At the beginning of summer, Papaw would load up a big empty box and a shovel in the trunk of his car. I always knew that once he did that, we'd be stopping by the sand mounds after we picked up Auntie Evelyn that week. We would go to this place between Muskogee and Tulsa and there were these huge mounds of sand. Papaw knew somebody that worked there I guess. He would get out the box and shovel and we would trek up these huge mounds of sand. I always liked to try to get to the top. And then we would put as much sand as we could carry into that box and load it back into the trunk. Then once we got home, we'd go put the fresh sand in my sandbox. I loved that sandbox and spent many, many hours playing in it when I was a kid. Sometimes Papaw would play in it with me. He was a great grandpa. He was always playing something with me, whether it was in the sandbox, hide and seek or just some silly board game. I still miss him alot.
Well... I won't keep going on and on about Papaw in this post. Maybe I'll write a little about him in my next few posts. I've never really written or talked about him much, but he's been a major influence in my life.
Papaw and Mamaw
