My family asks, “Is there anything sacred?” I say no, if it makes for a good story.
For two weeks during the holidays, we had twelve family members in our home. We enjoyed telling stories on ourselves and everyone else in the family.
This newspaper article came up. I was telling the grandkids about mine and Al’s wedding rings. When my grandson asked if I was going to write about it in the newspaper, my out-of-town son-in-law spoke up and said, “No, of course she wouldn’t, there are some things that are too sacred.”
I hadn’t thought of it that way; it was a funny story to tell on Al. He lost his gold wedding band and went without a ring for a long time. I promised him I would buy him a new one, but never did. Wearing a wedding ring is very important to Al, so when we were in Hawaii at an open market, he found the only ring that would fit his chubby finger. This size-15 cheap trinket just happened to have a dragon head carved into it.
I told him he couldn’t wear that cheap silver ring that turned his finger green, especially with a dragon head on it. He said he wanted a wedding band, he was proud to be married. I was very touched by Al’s devotion. I offered to have a barbwire tattoo drawn around his wedding finger with B-E-T-T-Y. He refused. Apparently he isn’t that devoted.
My other son-in-law said I couldn’t keep a secret and blab everything to all of Pagosa.
Wow! So this is how my family sees me. I didn’t flinch; I didn’t let them see me sweat; and I didn’t acknowledge their words. I was thinking how all of their comments were going to make a great story about our family’s Christmas vacation.
This was good stuff; I needed to get to the computer. But with twelve people, four being teenagers, my computer is the hotspot hangout. We all take turns and my turn is 4 a.m. to 9 a.m. I’d have to wait until tomorrow morning with all these juicy tidbits.
With no wireless and one connection, everyone flocked to my desk and to my computer.
My son, who came home for the holidays, left a very stressful job for two weeks and continued to do business on my connection. My grandchildren needed the computer for their Facebook friends and to stay in touch with their world.
I am learning about this computer age. It is no longer, “over the river, and through the woods to grandma’s house we go.’” It is now, catch a flight, get to the computer and everything will be alright.
The Christmas tree held little attraction this year. Food was still the number-one preoccupation, and second was all the electronic gadgets, texting and the computer.
Football games were a close third. The family watched them together with videos of our grandsons’ football games and our other grandson’s skateboard videos.
I gave to our only granddaughter, the artist and an university student majoring in art, a shopping spree in my craft trunk. The certificate read, “Go on a shopping spree in my craft trunk, take one item or everything. I prefer you take it all.”
My craft trunk had not been opened in years. I didn’t know what was in the trunk, and I didn’t care. I just knew I wanted her to have it. Among some of the things, she found antique gold and brass buttons. She was having fun discovering all these artist’s treasurers.
Al said, “Those are too nice, maybe you shouldn’t give those to her.”
I said to Al, “Why not? I haven’t used them for years and I’m not going to be using them.”
Then our granddaughter happily brought out a bunch of the family’s clunky antique sterling silver. I had put them in the trunk with the idea of making wind chimes or jewelry.
Al said,’“But those were my mother’s. They are too sacred. I might want to make wind chimes. Don’t give them away.”
“Oh please, Al, when are you going to make wind chimes? They are not sacred; you just can’t turn loose of things.”
I finally told our granddaughter, “Don’t show your granddad anything else, you won’t have anything to take home with you, everything is too sacred.” The silverware is back in my craft trunk for another day. I need to talk to Al in private when the kids are gone.
I told my granddaughter, “If anything happens to me, take everything in my art studio, use what you can, and the rest of the supplies and props, give to the art department at the high school.”
My granddaughter said, “Oh Grandma, don’t say that. We don’t want you to go.”
“I know, but don’t worry, you know how Granddad is: everything is too sacred, he can’t turn loose of anything; I’ll be around for a long time.”
Some things are too sacred to talk about, too sacred to give away, too hard to hear, and it will stay in the family, unless of course, it makes for a good story.
“The consequences of today are determined by the actions of the past. To change your future, alter your decisions today.” _ Anonymous.
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