On Grandparents, Sages and Ancestors

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Granddaddy (My Dad), circa 2004, watching over my son at a school camping trip. (Excuse the imperfections in the image.)

 

Every time I see folks taking care of their grandchildren, I always make it a point to say to them, “Thank God for Grandparents!”

No doubt, Grandparents can be a child’s guardian angel materialized on Earth.

Trust me when I tell you that I enjoyed interacting with my own Grandparents–when they were alive–and I’ve enjoyed watching my children do the same with my parents.

Grandchildren:  Always be a blessing to your Grandparents, just as they are or were to you!

Ah, but wait, I can hear somebody in the ethers hollering, “But Lady G, I’ve never had a relationship with my Grandparents.”

To that, I say…

Seek the Sages!

Sages are easy to find–if you’re willing to look around you.

Sometimes they are sitting next to you on the bus.

Other times, they are standing next to you at the library.

Or in the line at the coffee shop.

Interactions with Sages need not be unnecessarily long.

Sometimes, Sages offer a quick word of advice or wisdom that can take you ten steps further down the road.

Sadly, many Sages are slipping away in:

Nursing homes

Back bedrooms

Small apartments

Unattended to…

So…

Find the Sages I say!  Talk to them!  Learn their stories! Take pictures of them! Bestow them with accolades!

(It should go without saying that this advice also applies to Grandparents.)

Treasure them…they deserve it!

For tomorrow you will look and they’ll be gone.

Finally, let us not forget…

The Ancestors!

For the purposes of this post, Ancestors are defined as all of the Grandparents, and Sages who have ‘shuffled off this mortal coil’…having ascended to higher realms.

Remember and honor them!

They are watching!

Make them proud!

Love and light to you all!

Lady G 😘💋

Dedicated to My Grandparents:

Mary

Leroy and Annie Maude

And to my Parents, Sages and Ancestors!

Ron’s Time Tunnel: My Granddaddy was a GENIUS -Conclusion

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This is the final post in the “My Granddaddy was a Geeenius” series.  If you haven’t already, please feel free to check out the preceding posts here and here.

And then there was the mailbox; the mailbox that sat in front of his house on South Street; the mailbox which he enclosed in an armor suit of red brick, painted white; the mailbox which guarded the house silently, like a pint-sized, “White Knight”, only opening its yawning maw to receive the mail or render it forth faithfully, to the King and Queen of the Castle; the “Castle” which the “King”—Granddaddy—had constructed from its foundation to its silver tin parapet.

In the front “courtyard”, he constructed a birdbath using; concrete, plumbing pipe, and a large, old, “Frisbee-shaped” Coca-Cola sign. I must admit that I, for one, was doubtful that any bird would go out of its busy way to bathe in this construction of Granddaddy’s, but I was wrong. Almost immediately, flocks of birds of many and diverse; colors, shapes, and sizes began visiting the bath; gaily splashing in its clear cool water; water which Grandaddy refreshed daily from the garden hose. I didn’t know so many birds needed baths! GEEENIUS!

Granddaddy was a genius with his hands. Gramp had the best and most well-constructed clothesline in the neighborhood, possibly in the whole town of Cuthbert. It resembled the old, “telephone poles” which suspended the wires that once lined the highways and bi-ways of our countryside. He built the “shelter” which, despite the fact that this was not its purpose, provided; me, my siblings, and our friends, a place to hang out; a play place out of the sun on sweltering summer days. He constructed the sidewalk from his house, to our house next door; the sidewalk which still has my handprints and footprints in it. It also has a divet from where my father’s shotgun discharged, accidentally, but that’s a story for another day. His final build, was a smooth-as-glass board of wood, which allowed him to transfer his body easily, from his bed to his wheelchair and from his wheelchair to his favorite spot on the sofa, after he’d lost both legs to diabetes.

“Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.”  ~Thomas A. Edison

“No one can arrive from being talented alone, work transforms talent into genius.”~ Anna Pavlova

He only finished the 6th grade in school, yet he knew many things; he knew how short the dog was. He knew the worth of my siblings and me because, he regularly pronounced, “I wouldn’t take a gold guinea for ya’ll!” I assumed that a “gold guinea” was worth quite a bit, at least I hoped it was! He knew how to encourage a young mind because, long before Jesse Jackson immortalized the phrase, “I am somebody”, Granddaddy announced, “You somebody!” He knew how to cultivate young talent. My brother followed him everywhere and learned many things and once, after I’d managed to install an old “wind-up” alarm clock into a plastic, “Ten-Cent-Store” Army jeep, in such a way that when the alarm sounded, the jeep “rolled out”, unstoppable; he called me a genius! I wasn’t one, if course, but to have heard his confident proclamation that day, inspires me to this day. GEEENIUS!

 “To see things in the seed, that is genius.” ~ Lao Tzu

“Genius ain’t anything more than elegant common sense.”~ Josh Billings

He was a master of tobacco usage. He smoked a pipe; he smoked cigars; he occasionally smoked filter-less Camels; he smoked Prince Albert in the can, and he chewed Beechnut tobacco. Of course, tobacco is hazardous to one’s health, but the variety of his usage was GEEENIUS. His mastery of its usage was also GEEENIUS. He could sit on the porch and spit tobacco off the end of the porch, into the yard without sprinkling a drop—Gramp would probably not have agreed with that particular assessment though. When he smoke his pipe or cigar, in the living room, and the air was still, a wavy sheet of fragrant smoke would form; slowly undulating; riding on the back of a wave of still air—until, someone or something moved, breaking the reverie.

“Mastery of talent is GEEENIUS!”~Obsidius II

“Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.” ~Arthur Schopenhauer

Granddaddy was a man of few words. Granddaddy’s TV watching partner was Mr. Jule Wynn. Mr. Wynn was himself, quite a character. He was a very light-complexioned Black man, who resembled the character “Sam”—the bartender on the long-running TV Western series, “Gunsmoke”. Whenever Mr. Jule would see a good-looking woman on the TV, he’d turn to my grandfather and ask, “How ‘bout that one Charlie?”, to which my grandfather would respond, “Whoa, Lawd!” Mr. Jule would smile and turn back to the TV show. These two words spoke volumes between those two old friends.

When, as he often was, the butt of the “Jokester”, Uncle Harry’s jokes and stories, he usually suffered them silently, but sometimes responded with a stoic, “Harry lying”. When the “White Insurance Man” entered the house with his usual, patronizing and trite greeting; “GOOD OLD CHARLIE BROWN!” he would simply respond, “Alright, alright” and that was all. GEEENIUS!

“Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.” ~ Charles Bukowski

“Simplicity is the most difficult thing to secure in this world; it is the last limit of experience and the last effort of genius.” ~ George Sand

 “Mediocrity can talk, but it is for genius to observe.” ~ Benjamin Disraeli

Finally, Granddaddy was a man who LOVED everyone! GEEENIUS

“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.” Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

If the evidence that I’ve provided here doesn’t prove that MY GRANDDADDY WAS A GENIUS, then I don’t know what will; UNLESS, of course, you take my word for it!