I’M NOT ON MY KNEES BECAUSE I CAN’T GET UP
Today I polished the furniture and swept the floors
getting ready for a visit with a daughter and her family. As I rested in my
chair between chores, I remembered doing all those things every week for more
than fifty odd years and not getting especially tired. It was my job to clean,
cook and take care of the children
I have found in the last five years that I no longer want
to do any of those things. I don’t cook as much, clean as much, scrub floors
but I still have a lot of laundry to do. Ironing is an intermittent thing
While sitting in my chair, I remembered my grandmother
who was always scrubbing floors on her knees and then thought of my
great-grandmother. Grandma and Grandpa Short had fourteen children and lived on
their farm until they were probably in their 80’s. The farm was sold and they
bought a two-story home in town.
My brothers and I hated to go there. We always seemed to
visit around seven in the evening, just in time for their daily rosary. It was
necessary to kneel on the living room floor which was covered with linoleum and
the rosary was very long. It’s possible that they never had carpeting anywhere,
but I don’t remember any other part of that two-story house. Years after the
great-grandparents were gone, we’d drive down the street and I’d point out the
house which was near the Russian Orthodox Catholic Church. I’m really glad I remember my great-grandparents
and even how religious they were. My great-grandfather died shortly after they bought
the house, I honestly can’t picture him too well, probably because he didn’t
have much to say. I remember he stood very erect and she was very stern. We
kids didn’t really like her.
Now we have a great-granddaughter who probably won’t have
any memories of us, but we do have nine grand’s that can fill her in on the
good things. Nothing bad please.