Torts & Tots

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Today is the birthday of one of the people we love the most.  Ironically, this guy does NOT like turkey, and yet he and turkey are sharing a big day.  Because of his un-love affair with turkey, he always smothers his turkey with hot sauce, which has unwittingly made me discover that turkey and dressing are perfectly complimented by hot sauce.  Every year, I find myself reflexively scanning the Thanksgiving table for Tabasco. 

Happy birthday, Grandad.  Throughout your life you have been many things to many people.  And you have also been many things to me.  When I think of you, I think of the candy jug (I say “jug” because “jar” is too skimpy a term to do it justice) chock-full of my favorite candy – the really good stuff – that was always on the top shelf of your closet.  I think of Singing In The Rain.  I think of a book of Auden poems that opened my eyes to a world I didn’t know existed.  I think of chocolate covered gummy bananas in the freezer.  I think of an inexplicably fascinating computer game about lemmings.  I think about a scoop of chocolate ice cream in my cereal.  I think about Spectar.  Each of those things is a window to my childhood.  Through that window is a man who spent countless hours making me laugh and who knew more ways to be silly than I could have ever have conjured up on my own.  As a mom, I have learned that, to kids, grand gestures are insignificant.  They make a big splash and then fade away.  But the small moments, the people who are present day in and out, accumulate in children’s minds and make lasting impressions.  How many small moments do we have from over the years, Grandad?  A thousand?  A million?  There are so many that all roads of me always lead to you. 

To me, Grandad, you are whimsy.  And I am lucky.

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Written by tortsandtots

November 22, 2012 at 8:00 am

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  1. Thanks so much your beautiful expression brings memory alive once again you fill my lap and my heart

    Sent from my iPad

    Jo Mozola

    November 22, 2012 at 12:02 pm


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