What Grandparents Do

[poliphilo]

Odi and Peter came to lunch. I threw a macaroni cheese together. Even before I got serious about my cooking I had perfected the art of  the cheese sauce.

This was the first time we'd seen them since Odi returned home. Ailz  told them they need to talk to one another. I took Fabrizio's disgusting push chair outside and scrubbed it with soap and water and a hard-bristled brush. This is what grandparents do.

Then I sang to him. I'd like him to grow up knowing all the old nursery rhymes and counting songs. They're the key to the culture.

Comments

[halfmoon-mollie.livejournal.com]

You are a wonderful grandfather. And you're right, those old nursery rhymes and counting songs ARE the key to the culture.

When I was a little girl, my grandfather used to sit me on his lap and sing "Way Down Upon the Swanee River" to me. I am the ONLY grandchild he ever sang to. I remember this with great happiness, and I hope your grandchild feels the same way.

Until *I* learned how to make cheese sauce, my mom's macaroni and cheese was macaroni with Cheez-Whiz stirred into it. I agree with you, mustard is a key ingredient in cheese sauce.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

When I was a kid there was children's programme on the radio called "Listen with Mother". It was broadcast at lunchtime- and featured a nice lady who sang nursery rhymes. It went off air a long time ago.