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Grandma and Me

This is one of the few pictures I have from my childhood. And it’s my favourite.

Early in the morning I would pad quietly to Grandma’s bed and then wait patiently for her to finish saying the rosary. She would scoop me up, putting me on her knee, and ask,”How are you today, John?”

I remember her floral print dresses and big black purse.

I’ve been told I was her favourite, but she died when I was still little; it would be a long time before I was someone’s favourite again.


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38 replies

  1. Aww, what a sweet picture!

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  2. Lovely. I had a grandma like that. i always think of that John Denver song: “Grandma’s feather bed” when I think of her because her bed was taller than most, requiring me to stand on a stool in order to climb into it, which I did on summer nights when the critters frightened me. We always laughed together. She was the only person who like you said loved me unconditionally and gave me her full attention. Grandmas rock!

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  3. You make me think about how important it is to be someone’s favorite person. What that adds to your life. When you’re little and when you’re big.

    A (bitter)sweet post indeed – thanks.

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  4. That last sentence packs a punch. Everyone deserves to feel like someone’s favorite in life. Glad you eventually got that title again.

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  5. Aw. You’re MY favorite, Mr. Callahan. Good post.

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  6. I miss my grandmother so much and it’s been years!

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  7. Oooops. Oh, that made me cry. I was my grandfather’s favorite and he died when I was 11 leaving me with an evil stepfather and a mother too fragile to stand up to him. It would be a very long time until I was someone’s favorite again, too.

    You were sure a cutie pie little boy, John.

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  8. Lovely picture. I was my grandmother’s favorite as her well. She said more than once that her goal was to get my sister and me raised and out on our own. Just a few months after my sister got married and left home, she passed.

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  9. Oh, John, how very precious in every way. Thank you for sharing ❤

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  10. Yes, the floral dresses and big black purses – I don’t think I ever saw my grandmother in a pair of pant! Such a sweet, heartwarming post!

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  11. Photographs can do this; they send us on a tumble down memory lane. Such a beautiful photograph. Treasure it.

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  12. You’re my favorite Canadian dorkface.

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