Thursday, April 26, 2012

Things I Love Thursday

My grandfather

  • He was a mechanic. He worked on cars wearing a crisp white uniform and a cool hat.
  • My grandmother called him "Mutt." I have no idea why. (But there is a character in my forthcoming novel, On the Road to Mr. Mineo's, named Mutt in his honor.)
  • He had a big, big, big garden (or at least it seemed big to a little girl).
  • He grew peanuts in that garden. My grandmother kept a pot of them boiling on the back of the stove at all times.
  • He always kept a pair of pliers in his pocket and threatened to pinch our noses with them.
  • He filled a deserted chicken coop with sand for my sister and cousins and I to play in.
  • Every day he took a nap in a mysterious room called a "sleeping porch." No one was allowed to enter that room but him. (So, of course, we all did.)
  • He grew fig trees and had little concrete chicks that marched through the yard.
  • He always wore a hat and his pants too high.


Elaine Magliaro said...

Thanks for sharing your memories of your grandfather.

My maternal grandfather has a special place in my heart. He had a big garden in his back yard in which he grew tomatoes, peppers, onions, carrots, beets, strawberries, etc.--as well as flowers. He also had fruit trees: pear, apple, plum--and a cherry tree until it was felled by a hurricane in the 1950s. Oh, how my Dzidzi loved his garden...and sharing its riches. Every visit we made to my grandparents house in the summer and early fall meant a trip to the garden. We'd always return home with a basket full of vegetables and fruit.

Sharon Creech said...

Love this portrait!

Barbara O'Connor said...

Thanks for sharing that, Elaine.