Wednesday, January 20, 2010


As promised in an earlier post, this is the tale of standing on guard for my dear Grammie.

Several years ago, my sister Connie turned the big 3-oh. At the time, it was a big deal, as I saw that as being old. Well, now that I've passed that benchmark myself, it's not such a big deal anymore! ha ha. Anyway, her husband Steve threw her a party at "My Mother's House" in Sarnia. This was an old home that had been converted into a restaurant. It was a nice atmosphere and very fitting for Connie.

At one point in the evening, I was talking to my Grammie and said I needed to go to the washroom. She needed to go too, so we set out to find out where it was. Turns out, it was near the kitchen. However, being an old home...there was no lock, or it didn't work, or something. Anyway, I asked Grammie to watch the door while I went. She agreed and all went well. Then it was her turn. As she entered I said "I'll stand on guard for thee". We both had a chuckle. Soon after, someone came along and I started chatting. Losing all sense of responsibility, I forgot about my poor Grammie who was vulnerably doing her thing behind that unlocked door. I think we all know what happened next. Someone walked in on Grammie on the can. Yikes!! What was I thinking??? I felt so bad.

So bad, in fact, that I felt the need to create a special card for the occasion and send it off in the mail. To this day (some 8 years later) Grammie still has that card in her china cabinet. During a recent visit, we recalled this humorous tale. A few weeks later, we went to the Nutcracker Ballet. We stood for the national anthem and when it came to the line "we stand on guard for thee" we looked at each other and had a discreet little laugh.


LAURIE... said...

Absolutetly great ... poor Grammie indeed. But the card surely helped 'flush' all the bad memrories away! :)

Anonymous said...

I love your comment, Laurie!!