My mother’s mother was my most treasured friend as a child. Grandma loved me unconditionally, and that’s a good thing, because I wasn’t always the sweetest little thing (just like all children everywhere – thank goodness they’re cute!).
I remember many happy adventures with my grandma as a child. One was seeing the movie “Jungle Book” at the State Theater. If I’d been there before, I don’t remember it. What I remember is seeing a fun movie with festive music in an awe inspiring theater. I also remember that I got to sit between my mom and my grandmom.
Saturday my mom and I had a tour of the building and at the end were serenaded by our tour guide. We even spoke with the gentlemen who manages all of those heavy stage curtains – that was fascinating! The history of the place is interesting, and it was fascinating to see back stage. It was a memorable time with mom. What I don’t recall with grandma was if we ate out as well, if we had popcorn, or if we walked around downtown. What I remember is a feeling of love. The same as today with mom.
Morale of the Story: So many memories are emotion based. I am thankful to treasure these good ones. What are some of yours?
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