Saturday Afternoon Visit
We actually went over yesterday afternoon to visit and although Grandpa was extremely tired from the rough night he was very happy. He was happy to see us and he stood and stared at me smiling and said I looked very familiar to him and asked where I was from. When I told him I was Trents daughter he looked confused, I asked him if he knew who Trent was and he laughed and said yes but then stopped laughing and said no. I asked him who was the president of the United States and that really seemed to confuse him. He sure likes to stand up swaying around, I am worried he will fall. It took me a good ten minutes to be able to convince him to sit down. Grandma was exhausted and looked worn out, she said he was up and down all night long. She was extremely happy for the visit and said it made her day! (take that Golden Boy) When we left Grandpa shook our hands and said it was nice to get acquainted with him, we couldn't help but laugh and I told Grandpa is was nice meeting him and he seems like a nice fellow, Grandpa laughed and said No, I'm not! I said yes, I think you are he then replied with a big smile. Yes, I am a good fellow! He really enjoyed the boys yesterday, was very happy to see them and hugged them several times.
On an unrelated note: As we sat talking to them I could see out the back window (right behind their heads) Dean chasing a chicken. Bahahaha so funny! Here comes a chicken running and about 1 minute later slow old Dean trotting along, chicken gets to the end of the fence and turns around, runs right past Dean. Dean turns around like a turtle and heads back the other way chasing that chicken-it went on for a few minutes. I was listening to Shirl talk and just started laughing because of this going on behind her head, I wish I videotaped it.
When we were there in November, Chuck could not remember my name when I was standing right there in front of him. "Pop, what's my name?" "George" " "I am not George, I am Trent, your son.. Now, who am I?" "George" Then he would smile, either because he knew who I was and was messin' with me, or still didn't know who I was and just had to laugh about it. I don't know which. When I would point to photos on the wall of anyone and ask who this was, he would also say "George". His long gone fater-in-law must have had quite a long lasting impression on him huh? Ha!
ReplyDeleteWell, I am glad he finally got to meet you all!
As for Dean,,HaHaHaHa!! He prob had to eat a cheese sandwich since he couldnt cath that chicken for dinner! Would like to have seen that.
Great write up Erica, I'm mean Silver Girl. Don't get to full of yourself though. There's only one Golden Boy.
ReplyDeleteMe and dad played the name game last month. Everyone was George....except Grandma Maughan. He knew her name. "Thats Carrie. She was a good woman. Put up with all us boys and our equipment and flying machines." He also new that Dale and Dean were his brothers, but couldn't remember their names. He had no idea who Gaylord and Gary were.
Very interesting Eric...I wonder why George is the preferred moniker. George Sykes? George Love? King George? Maybe just easy to remember and pronounce.
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