Went to lunch with my good friend Vanessa, the kind of lunch where we laugh, tear up, laugh again and just have a wonderful time. Vanessa recently lost her Grandmother Ruth, said she'd been in a funk about it. After her telling me about her I realized she sounded like my kind of lady!
Ruth hated T-shirts, only wanted men and boys in collared shirts (amen Grandma). She HATED paper napkins, God forbid you brought in fast food because she'd hand you a linen napkin (should I tell you now I eat In and Out Burger on china?). Even though Ruth had stomach cancer, and skin cancer and was in her nineties, Vanessa described her still as a perfect, shiny, hostess. I love it. What a lady.
My Uncle Bill died last week, at 92. This was my Grandmommie's, Coco's namesakes brother (My Great Uncle Bill). He was a southern gentleman that looked better in his sear sucker suit than anyone you ever saw. He was a war hero, an author of 14 books on regional history, and was a lawyer who championed civil rights at a time and place this was very unpopular. He was married to my Aunt Katherine for 63 years. He was the family historian and loved to tell me "you are a descended from Vikings".
It's people like Vanessa and I that carry these histories forward so that our kids know what real ladies and gentlemen were and should be like. Quite a lot to live up to.
Yesterday one of the mom's at Landon's mommy and me gymnastics class asked what happened to his arm. I told her a blood clot when he was born, he had a stroke, could have been brain damaged, has had numerous surgeries and skin grafts...basically a little miracle. She replied: "Wow. What a little viking!"
How about that. I told her about Uncle Bill and she got the chills. Said she'd never even said the word "viking" before. She wondered where it came from. I know where it came from. Thanks Uncle Bill. I needed a little reminder.
xo The Mrs.