Terry and I were extremely surprised and excited and blessed to have our oldest grandchildren call and say they were coming to spend this past weekend with us.
Having teenagers call and ask to be with you, as elders, is so amazing and moving.
You see, as a person ages you stop being ‘seen’. It really is that simple. Women are much more than men. It’s not that we vanish from sight, but the showy glitter of youth and the marvelous golden shine of adults cause ‘elders’ to recede into shadows.
I know we are still loved, but there is a sorta struggle to relate—after all grandparents were never really young, never really ‘did’ stuff like they or their parents do and —sometimes don’t even understand all the tech gadgets all the kids know and use, thereby making elders — well, boring.
But our life here on the farm gives us an unusual identity
And old friends from Delta an added bonus.
So, for a marvelous three days, we had our oldest grandchildren with us—we played dominos, Skip-Bo,
went swimming at Ouray, the kids got to see old friends, and I cooked all their favorite meals.
Today we are back to our regular routines, tired but ever so pleased.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,