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Grandpa Wiebenga and my sister Doris on our front step. |
My grandpa was a big, beer drinkin’, grumpy Dutchman who always said what he
thought. He was the very special man in
my life that made me feel special. He
was my step grandfather, but I never thought of him that way in that he never
made me feel like we were not of the same blood. He
spoiled us and made me laugh. He was
not afraid of show us open affection.
Others may have seen him very differently and I now look back and think that
many adults may not have liked him because of his curtness, but children see
very differently especially when they are spoiled and sugared up. He traveled from
Illinois to see us almost every week end and
he would take as many of us kids that wanted to go to Martha’s in
Hurstville. We would sit up to the bar
and drink all the pop we wanted and eat candy and chips. He bought me my first bike and first party
dress. These were luxuries that my
parents could not afford. I still have
the beautiful yellow party dress packed away as a memory of him. He died when I was a teen ager. His death was the first real death I remember
dealing with. It was very hard on me and
I grieved his death for many years.
The great lesson he taught me was a hard lesson, but he taught it well and
I’ll never forget it. It was my birthday
and I was sitting on his lap. He asked
me what I wanted for my birthday and being a polite child, I said “nothing”. He pulled out a beautiful birthstone ring and
said “Oh, I got this for you, but since you don’t want it, I will take it
back.” And he did. It hurt, but I learned if you want something
then ask for it. I did later in life go
out and buy myself a birthstone ring because I really wanted it and as a
reminder of the lesson. The lesson is how
are people to know what you want if you don’t ask for it? I love and miss you grandpa even after 50
years.
Another lesson is that sometimes the harder the lesson the quicker you learn
from it. In this case, I sure did.
Be happy and God bless you.
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