Two young girls smiling
Grandfather eating fish
One whole fish staring back at him
Grandmother with her steak
Cooked way too much
Laughing together
Enjoying restaurant food
My sister with her steak well done
And I with mine cooked rare
Excited about the movie next
With buttered popcorn to share
Pass the salt and pepper please
Grandpa how can you eat that fish
It might swim off the plate says he
And bite you on the chin for me
It happened so many years ago
Yet it seems like only yesterday
By Carol Ann Hoel © January 15, 2011
A tribute to my grandparents. They were the best.
Cah4el's Blog 
Yay! Thanks for sharing your “time travel” with us! 🙂
LikeLike
When I saw that I had a comment already, I was hoping it was you. Ha! I traveled back there for sure and felt like pausing for a little while. Thank you for your great post! Blessings to you, Nancy…
LikeLike
I’m so glad that you had a chance to go back and spend time with your grandparents. I remember some wonderful meals with my grandparents ~ both sets. It didn’t matter whether we ate in their homes, or went on picnics, or had the occasional meal out in restaurants . . . being with them was always a GRAND experience. Thanks for the reminder of many a marvelous meal.
LikeLike
Memories enrich our lives. It’s a good thing to remember the people that gave us part of themselves. Thanks again for your post. I enjoyed it.
LikeLike
Lovely memory captured. Very fluid. You have me thinking of my own grandparents who would let the barn kittens in the house while the grandkids were over. Once, my grandma made me spaghetti-ohs because my grandpa had bought a dozen cans on sale. We disliked them so much, she put the whole pot out for the cats to eat instead! Huh, strange memory to recall, but a happy one. Thank you for sharing your work.
LikeLike
Thank you for stopping by, Jess, and for sharing your own delightful memory of grandparents. They hold such a special place in our lives. I look forward to visiting your blog. Blessings to you…
LikeLike
There are no memories like grandparent memories. 😀 I think that grandparents are the best friends you’ll ever have, hands down. Thanks for sharing this special part of your life.
LikeLike
Thank you for visiting and for your comment. I agree with you that grandparents are great. Both my maternal and paternal grandparents were, as you say, my best friends. Blessings to you…
LikeLike
I knew someone who ate the eyes of the whole fish on their plate so that it couldn’t stare back at them.
I’m so glad I’m a vegetarian!
LikeLike
Very funny! My grandpa didn’t eat the eyes, but he cleaned many fish in his life, so it didn’t bother him if it stared. I was staring at the fish and thinking I could never eat one that way. During my short adventure as a vegetarian, I ate fish. I was not so radical as not to have fish occasionally.
It appears that during the 1000 year reign of the LORD on this earth following the Tribulation, we will be vegetarians. I’m not sure, but the Bible says the lion will eat straw like the ox. I take that as a clue. Blessings to you, Zoe…
LikeLike
This poem is really sweet carol, nothing is more endearing than the company of loved ones.
LikeLike
This is true. Family made my early days a blessing. Thank you for stopping by and for your comment. Blessings to you, Trisha…
LikeLike
Your loving blessings always light up my days. A loving family is God’s greatest gift to anyone.
LikeLike
This is very true. Family are gifts from God. Thank you for stopping by again. You light up my day. Blessings…
LikeLike
Thanks for sharing your memories Carol. I can still picture my grandmother’s hands in her bread dough and the sound of the pan moving as she kneaded the dough.
It was only yesterday that I had my first born, today he is 27. My how he has grown in twenty four hours…
LikeLike
Time flies for sure. The earth isn’t getting any younger either. Ha! We are all growing older together. Some of us had a head start though. The earth and I have been around for a while. Blessings to you, Jeanne…
LikeLike
Memories such as those can sustain us through just about anything, can’t they? Lovely poem. Thank you!
LikeLike
Thank you, Paula, for stopping by and for your comment. This is one of my fondest memories as a child. Blessings to you…
LikeLike
What a lovely memory. thank you for sharing. Blessings to you…and don’t let that fish bite you!
LikeLike
Ha! Thank you, Suzi. That fish looked to me like it might bite Grandpa, too. My grandfather was a great cook and knew how to cook for large numbers of people. He prepared many holiday meals for the whole family. He didn’t serve fish. Once in a while he served oyster stew, but not on holidays. Here I am running on and on. Blessings to you and thank you for stopping by…
LikeLike
How lovely! A beautiful tribute to honor them. :O)
LikeLike
Thank you for visiting, Diane. I appreciate your visit and your comment. I visited your blog. It’s nice to make your acquaintance. Blessings to you…
LikeLike
This really resonated with me 🙂
Thanks for sharing.
LikeLike
Thank you for stopping by, Cindy. I appreciate your visit and your comment. And thank you for the ping-back, too. You are so kind. Blessings to you…
LikeLike
Pingback: REPOST: YEARNING FOR THOSE GRACIOUS TIMES « The only Cin
Such touching words and images…beautiful!
LikeLike
Thank you for stopping by, Naomi. I appreciate it. Blessings to you…
LikeLike