A short while ago I went on a mini road trip with my sister and my mother. The focus of the trip was to visit my grandmother whom I haven’t seen in many years. With the hectic life of marriage and children I admit that I’ve not made the time that I should have to visit her. Because of that; my excitement grew with every mile.
I remember as a child taking the same road trips to visit her for short times during the summer months, and some even during the school year. I am the youngest of two older sisters so I always felt a close bond with my grandmother. Every time we would visit her we would go shopping, or just sit and relax together on the couch. Her main thing to do was always make sure we were comfortable, so we lounged….a lot!
As a grown adult with my youngest child in tow, I expected the trip to be somewhat like it was as a child. The same smells and sights of the small town I once remembered. I’m a sucker for nostalgia; so having my mother in the front seat was really exciting. Hearing her stories of how her and my dad met. To see where she went to school growing up. Having some old photos of my parents in my head I viewed some of the older buildings from the window and thought about how fun it must have been growing up in the 70’s. To be free, without technology. Remembering a time that is not yours can be difficult, so I did the only thing I knew….I was picturing an old bowling ally as a hang out spot for a bunch of “bell bottom wearing hippies”. Although my mom will not claim to be a hippy, I’ve seen the pictures of the disco skirts, and bell bottoms to believe otherwise.
Looking at my daughter next to me, who has never met my grandmother; made me feel happy that I had decided to come along on this mini roadtrip. As we reached the once familiar neighborhoods, and eventually a driveway; my grandmother is standing in the doorway of her house waving at us, and she has always done when we come to visit. I take my daughter in my arms and walk towards a once warm, loving and familiar smell of memories that I hope she one day will have when she brings her children to visit me.